Ram. Perhaps ere now they enter.
Osma. Sisabert
Brings him our prisoner.
Ram. They are friends! they held
A parley; and the soldiers, when they saw
Count Julian, lowered their arms and hailed him king?
Osma. How? and he leads them in the name of king?
Ram. He leads them; but amid that acclamation
He turned away his head, and called for vengeance.
Osma. In Sisabert, and in the cavalry
He led, were all our hopes.
Opas. Woe, woe is theirs
Who have no other.
Osma. What are thine? obey
The just commands of our offended king:
Conduct him to the tower—off—instantly.
[Guard hesitates: Opas goes.
Ramiro, let us haste to reinforce—