Had turn’d his casual eye, exclaim’d, The Moors!...
For from the forest verge a troop were seen
Hastening toward Pedro’s hall. Their forward speed
Was check’d when they beheld his banner spread,
And saw his order’d spears in prompt array
Marshall’d to meet their coming. But the pride
Of power and insolence of long command
Prick’d on their Chief presumptuous: We are come
Late for prevention, cried the haughty Moor,
But never time more fit for punishment!