Than I would fight beneath his banners now,
And vindicate his name!
Did he say this?
The Prince? Pelayo? in astonishment
Roderick exclaim’d.... He said it, quoth the old man.
None better knew his kinsman’s noble heart,
None loved him better, none bewail’d him more:
And as he felt, like me, for his reproach
A deeper grief than for his death, even so
He cherish’d in his heart the constant thought