—Silently, silently.—Stay, stay. Which way?—
Here o’er the wall.—Hark thou, there’s fighting there—
Our men have driven them back—we be too late.—
They will return—See where they climb the wall.
[The shouting and firing are grown quite near, and some figures are seen through the trees scaling the wall from without.
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Ch. Who be they? See, they are swarming in the castle—
Our men, ’tis they. We are saved.—Make not too sure—
Best hide among the trees—Hide, hide.—I’ll take
The pagan’s scimitar.[They retire among trees.