With her whose honour'd name I will not utter;
But that were vain.
RASINGA.
To check the wind-scourged ocean's rising billows:
So far thou speakest wisely.—Stern defiance
I cast to thee; receive it as thou may'st,
Audacious traitor!
SAMARKOON.
With words and heart as dauntless as thine own.
RASINGA (to his followers).
On, pioneers, and let your pond'rous mallets
Break down the gate. To it, my valiant bowmen!
Discharge a shower of arrows on that wall,
And clear it of yon load of miscreant life.
[Rasinga's followers raise a shout, which is answered by one equally loud from the adverse party, and the attack commences. After great efforts of attack and defence, the gate is at last forced, and Rasinga, with his force, enters the castle. The Scene then closes.]
