They fell, they fled; and such as fled not lie
Dead on our sands, or in our dungeons chained.
Al. Are those the captives in the castle pit?
K. Ay, but thou breakst my tale;—mark what I tell.—
The victory mine, I looked to make fair peace,
And would have given my prisoners in exchange
For Ceuta; but the prince of Portugal,
Behind those walls retired, refused the ransom;
And gathering reinforcement hath come forth
To devastate the country. ’Tis ’gainst him