Strike, Julian, if thou wilt, and send my soul
To intercede for thine, that we may meet,
Thou and thy child and I, beyond the grave.
Thus Roderick spake, and spread his arms as if
He offer’d to the sword his willing breast,
With looks of passionate persuasion fix’d
Upon the Count, who in his first access
Of anger, seem’d as though he would have call’d
His guards to seize the Priest. The attitude
Disarm’d him, and that fervent zeal sincere,