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-And the bright locks that waved so joyously
Who is he,
Didst thou say the cross ?
On his mail'd bosom shines a broad white cross,
That should be
The king! -Was it not told us how he sent, of late, To the Cid's tomb, e'en for the silver cross, Which he who plumbers there was wont to bind O’er his brave heart in fight. 9
GONZALEZ (springing up joyfully).
My king ! my king ! 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.
He hath clear'd A pathway ʼmidst 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'dThe 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!
What hast thou seen?
Abdullah falls ! He falls ! The man of blood the spoiler!-he hath sunk In our king's path !-Well hath that royal sword
Avenged thy cause, Gonzalez !
They give way,
Set me free!
Oh, blest in death!
Now charge once more ! God is with Spain, and Santiago's sword Is reddening all the air !Shout forth Castile!'
The day is ours !-I go; but fear ye not !
Look on me yet!
(A Sound of triumphant Music is heard, and many
Castilian Knights and Soldiers enter.)
eye is fix'd
Hush your triumphal sounds, although ye come
ELMINA (rising proudly).
No, swell forth, Castile !
Swell on with victory's shout !--He will not hear-
Lift ye the dead, And bear him with the banner of his race Waving above him proudly, as it waved O'er the Cid's battles, to the tomb, wherein His warrior-sires are gather’d. [They raise the body.
Aye, 'tis thus
(To the Castilians.)
Awake, I say, Tambour and trumpet, wake!-And let the land Through all her mountains hear your funeral peal ! -So should a hero pass to his repose. [Exeunt omnes.