Exeunt.
The gallery of the tower. The Man. Jacob.
The Man. Where is my son, Jacob?
Jacob. He is in the north tower, seated on the threshold of the old vault and dungeon, singing strange songs of prophecy.
The Man. Man the Leonoren bastion as strongly as possible, stir not from the spot, and make constant use of the best glass to observe what movements are going on among the forces of the besiegers.
Jacob. So help me God the Lord!
It were well to give a glass of brandy to our troops to keep up their sinking courage.
The Man. If necessary, open the cellars of our counts and princes.
Exit Jacob.