With haggëd mien, and countenance like one
Crazed or bewilder’d. All who met him turn’d,
And wonder’d as he pass’d. One stopt him short.
Put alms into his hand, and then desired
In broken Gothic speech, the moon-struck man
To bless him. With a look of vacancy
Roderick received the alms; his wandering eye
Fell on the money, and the fallen King,
Seeing his own royal impress on the piece,
Broke out into a quick convulsive voice,