"Now let your shots, your cross-bows, sound to the vault of heaven!
Let kettle-drums and trumpets and clarions blend their strain;
Zulema, Tunis' King, now lands upon the coast of Spain,
And with him ride, in arms allied, Marbello and his train."
GAZUL CALUMNIATED
Gazul, despairing, issues
From high Villalba's gate,
Cursing the evil fortune
That left him desolate.