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SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
Rising above them to the judgment-seat
Shall call a burst of gather'd vengeance down,
To sweep th' oppressor from us!—For thy wave
Hath made his guilt run o'er!
GONZALEZ (endeavouring to rouse himself).
There is not one—no hand on earth could harm
That fair boy's graceful head!—Why look you thus?
ABDULLAH (pointing to CARLOS.)
GONZALEZ.
CARLOS.
Wilt thou not save me, father?
GONZALEZ (attempting to unsheath his sword).
From mine arm shiver'd?—Garcias, follow me!
GARCIAS.
GONZALEZ.
On yonder plain,—aye, a spear's thrust will do
The little that our misery doth require,
