A moment pause the batteries now, while flag
Of truce and summons of surrender due
Approach the wall, nor long before it lag,
For soon in Rey a noble foeman knew
The English arms as he in England too.
No paltering there! Redoubled every post;
More resolute his wing’d defiance flew,
In fiery tempest ’gainst the leaguering host;
And scorning even to read the summons was his boast.
XI.