But in return for that,—my profit this,—
I will have Ceuta; ’tis an ancient town,
By name and people African, and held
By followers of the prophet from the day
When truth unconquerable like a flood
Of sunlight dawned on the benighted west.
Thy father robbed it from us, and I ask
That thou restore it. ’Tis thy ransom, prince.
The king, thy brother, will not grudge to yield
To me, a king, part of mine own, which he