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SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL.
137
By the proud ransom of heroic blood
Won from the Moor of old? Did that red stream
Sink to the earth, and leave no fiery current
In the veins of noble men, that so its tide,
Full swelling at the sound of hostile steps,
Might be a kingdom's barrier?
2d Cit.That high blood
Which should have been our strength, profusely shed
By the rash King Sebastian, bathed the plains
Of fatal Alcazar. Our monarch's guilt
Hath brought this ruin down.
Sebast.Must this be heard,
And borne and unchastised. Man, darest thou stand
Before me face to face, and thus arraign
Thy sovereign?
Zamor (aside to Sebast.) Shall I lift the sword, my Prince,
Against thy foes?
Gonzal.Be still! or all is lost.
2d Cit. I dare speak that which all men think and know.
