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VOICE (from the Tower).

Line after line of spears,

Lance after lance, upon the horizon's verge,
Like festal lights from cities bursting up,
Doth skirt the plain!—In faith, a noble host!

ANOTHER VOICE.

The Moor hath turn'd him from our walls, to front

Th' advancing might of Spain!

CITIZENS (shouting).

Castile! Castile!

(Gonzalez enters, supported by Elmina and a Citizen).

GONZALEZ.

What shouts of joy are these?

HERNANDEZ.

Hail, chieftain! hail!

Thus ev'n in death 'tis given thee to receive
The conqueror's crown!—Behold our God hath heard,
And arm'd himself with vengeance!—Lo ! they come!
The lances of Castile!

GONZALEZ.

I knew, I knew

Thou wouldst not utterly, my God, forsake