Soon will their citadel in ruins lie.
Thus hath it been foretold me in a dream.
Sixth Countrywoman:
I fear such tales betoken mortal sin—
That noble knights do plot to bring us harm—
Nought do I see but good come from their hands;
I needs must count them Christians, as ourselves.
Sixth Countryman:
What men shall think of them in days to come
’Twere best to leave to be adjudged by those