One to Another. Did she say his murder?
Naomi. Murder'd? Not murder'd?
Alhadra. Murder'd by a Christian!
[They all, at once, draw their sabres.
Alhadra (to Naomi, who on being addressed again advances from the circle). Brother of Zagri! fling away thy sword:
This is thy chieftain's! [He steps forward to take it.
Dost thou dare receive it? [355]
For I have sworn by Alia and the prophet,
No tear shall dim these eyes, this woman's heart
Shall heave no groan, till I have seen that sword
Wet with the blood of all the house of Velez!
Enter Maurice.
All. A spy! a spy! [They seize him.
Maurice. Off! off! unhand me, slaves! [360]
[After much struggling he disengages himself and draws his sword.
Naomi (to Alhadra). Speak! shall we kill him?