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And room enough in some nook of the breach
To grapple with them too.

JUSTINIANI.

Good fortune ever shone on thee, Rodrigo:

Thou still hast been a bold careering bark,
Outriding ev'ry storm. If thou should'st e'er
Again return to our dear native land,
Tell to my countrymen whatever thou know'st
Pertaining to my fate this fateful day:
Let me not be forgotten.

RODRIGO.

I will, my friend: but better fate than thine

I look not for, tho' still I bear myself
As one assur'd of good.—Thou'rt dark and gloomy—
Does aught rest on thy mind?

JUSTINIANI (striding away from him gloomily).

No, nothing, nothing! (A trumpet sounds without.)

RODRIGO.

Ay, hark, another of our gallant band

Has join'd us with his followers.
(Another trumpet sounds.)
And now another: are they all assembled?

Enter Othus, and several of the imperial Friends.

OTHUS.

On their high wooden turrets, and huge beams