In vain from Hell the assassin Calvo sprung,
In vain her Chiefs in dire subjection held.
Soon ’gainst his traitorous vengeance they rebelled.
His strangled carcase on Domingo’s plain,
His severed arm that many a victim felled,
Inscribed with his foul deeds—relentless Cain—
Proclaim that murderous fiends no more dishonour Spain.
XVII.
“Joy to Valencia! From her leaguered wall,
Full valiantly defended, Moncey flies.