From underneath his black and gather’d brow
There went a look, which with these wary words
Bore to the heart of that false renegade
Their whole envenom’d meaning. Haughtily
Withdrawing then his alter’d eyes, he said
Too much of this! return we to the sum
Of my discourse. Let Abulcacem say,
In whom the Caliph speaks, if with all faith
Having essay’d in vain all means to win
My child’s consent, I may not hold henceforth