Mahound to aid!
Why flee ye so like men dismay'd?
The Pagans, from without.
Nay, haste! for here is Launcelot,
Who follows quick upon us, hot
And shouting with his men-at-arms.
Sir Guy.
Also the Pagans raise alarms,
And ring the bells for fear; at last
My prison walls will be well past.
Sir Launcelot, from outside.
Ho! in the name of the Trinity,
Let down the drawbridge quick to me,
And open doors, that I may see
Guy the good knight!
The Pagans, from the battlements.
Nay, Launcelot,
With mere big words ye win us not.
Sir Launcelot.