Page:The Siege of Valencia.pdf/195

Should pass away!—For she, his daughter too,
Moves upon earth as some bright thing whose time
To sojourn there is short.

FIFTH CITIZEN.

Then woe for us

When she is gone!—Her voice—the very sound
Of her soft step was comfort, as she moved
Through the still house of mourning!—Who like her
Shall give us hope again?

OLD CITIZEN.

Be still!—she comes,

And with a mien how changed!—A hurrying step,
And a flush'd cheek!—What may this bode?—Be still!

Ximena enters, with Attendants carrying a Banner.

XIMENA.

Men of Valencia! in an hour like this,

What do ye here?

A CITIZEN.

We die!

XIMENA.

Brave men die now

Girt for the toil, as travellers suddenly