SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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Scene—The Walls of the City. The Plain beneath, with
the Moorish Camp and Army.
Gonzalez, Garcias, Hernandez.
(A wild Sound of Moorish Music heard from below).
HERNANDEZ.
So strangely wild?
GARCIAS.
Of the Moor's ancient death-song. Well I know
The rude barbaric sound; but, till this hour,
It seem'd not fearful.—Now, a shuddering chill
Comes o'er me with its tones.—Lo! from yon tent
They lead the noble boys!
HERNANDEZ.
And beautiful victims!—'Tis on things like these
We cast our hearts in wild idolatry,
Sowing the winds with hope!—Yet this is well.
Thus brightly crown'd with life's most gorgeous flowers,