Though noblest maid, my foster-sister dear—
Tell her my tongue to express my love is weak,
And this memorial wet with many a tear.
For dire to think how oft I am so near,
But she within and I without the wall
Beleaguered;—you, Don Carlos, need not fear
To enter seaward, but the haughty Gaul
’Gainst Basque barquera soon would hurl the vengeful ball.”
XX.
Then from her beauteous breast the maid drew forth