GONZALEZ (springing up joyfully).
Now all good saints for Spain!—My noble king!
And thou art there!—That I might look once more
Upon thy face!—But yet I thank thee, Heaven!
That thou hast sent him, from my dying hands
Thus to receive his city!
[He sinks back into Elmina's arms.
HERNANDEZ.
A pathway midst the combat, and the light
Follows his charge through yon close living mass,
E'en as the gleam on some proud vessel's wake
Along the stormy waters!—'Tis redeem'd—
The castled banner!—It is flung once more
In joy and glory, to the sweeping winds!
—There seems a wavering through the paynim hosts—
Castile doth press them sore—Now, now rejoice!
GONZALEZ.
HERNANDEZ.
The man of blood!—the spoiler!—he hath sunk
In our king's path!—Well hath that royal sword
