[Stops.
[Julian hastily.
Jul. For what? who boasted now her brave defence,
Or who forbad your entrance, after peace?
Muza. None: for who could? their engines now arose
To throw thy sons into the arms of death.
For this erect they their proud crests again.
Mark him at last turn pale before a Moor.
Jul. Imprudent have they been, their youth shall plead.
Abd. O father, could they not have been detained?
Muza. Son, thou art safe and wert not while they lived.
Abd. I feared them not.
Muza. And therefor wert not safe:
Under their star the blooming Egilona
Would watch for thee the nuptial lamp in vain.
Jul. Never, oh never, hast thou worked a wile
So barren of all good! speak out at once,
What hopest thou by striking this alarm?
It shocks my reason, not my fears or fondness.