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The day is ours!—I go; but fear ye not!
For Afric's lance is broken, and my sons
Have won their first good field![He dies.

ELMINA.

Look on me yet!

Speak one farewell, my husband!—must thy voice
Enter my soul no more!—Thine eye is fix'd—
Now is my life uprooted,—and 'tis well.

(A Sound of triumphant Music is heard, and many
Castilian Knights and Soldiers enter).

A CITIZEN. Hush your triumphal sounds, although ye come
E'en as deliverers!—But the noble dead,
And those that mourn them, claim from human hearts
Deep silent reverence.

ELMINA (rising proudly).

No, swell forth, Castile!

Thy trumpet-music, till the seas and heavens,
And the deep hills, give every stormy note
Echoes to ring through Spain!—How, know ye not
That all array'd for triumph, crown'd and robed
With the strong spirit which hath saved the land,
Ev'n now a conqueror to his rest is gone?
—Fear not to break that sleep, but let the wind