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GARCIAS.

It is not all too late.

XIMENA.

My brothers!

HERNANDEZ.

All is well.

(To Garcias.) Hush! wouldst thou chill
That which hath sprung within them, as a flame
From th' altar-embers mounts in sudden brightness?
I say, 'tis not too late, ye men of Spain!
On to the rescue!

XIMENA.

Bless me, oh my father!

And I will hence, to aid thee with my prayers,
Sending my spirit with thee through the storm,
Lit up by flashing swords!

GONZALEZ (falling upon her neck).

Hath aught been spared?

Am I not all bereft?—Thou 'rt left me still!
Mine own, my loveliest one, thou'rt left me still!
Farewell!—thy father's blessing, and thy God's,
Be with thee, my Ximena!

XIMENA.

Fare thee well!