Sebastian. For that gift of life,
With one of tenfold price, even freedom's self,
Thou hast repaid me well.
Zamor. Then bid me not
Forsake thee ! Though my father's tents may rise
At times upon my spirit, yet my home
Shall be amidst thy mountains, Prince, and thou
Shalt be my chief, until I see thee robed
With all thy power. When thou canst need no more
Thine Arab's faithful heart and vigorous arm,
From the green regions of the setting sun
Then shall the wanderer turn his steps, and seek
His orient wilds again.
Sebastian. Be near me still,
And ever, oh my warrior! I shall stand
Again amidst my hosts, a mail-clad king,
Begirt with spears and banners, and the pomp
And the proud sounds of battle. Be thy place
Then at my side. When doth a monarch cease
To need true hearts, bold hands? Not in the field
Of arms, nor on the throne of power, nor yet
The couch, of sleep. Brave friend, we will not part.
Gonzalez.
Be all thy friends thus faithful, for even yet
They may be fiercely tried.
Sebastian. I doubt them not.
E'en now my heart beats high to meet their welcome.
Let us away.
Gonzalez. Yet hear once more, my liege:
The humblest pilgrim, from his distant shrine
