SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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Who is forsaken?—He that gives the thought
A place within his breast!—'Tis not for you.
—Know ye this banner?
CITIZENS (murmuring to each other).
Doth not Heaven call us by her fervent voice?
XIMENA.
CITIZENS.
XIMENA.
Who breathes that name but in th' exulting tone
Which the heart rings to?—Why, the very wind
As it swells out the noble standard's fold
Hath a triumphant sound!—The Cid's!—it moved
Even as a sign of victory through the land,
From the free skies ne'er stooping to a foe!
OLD CITIZEN.
Through this worn frame were kindling once again!
XIMENA.
He that was born in happy hour for Spain6[1]
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