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  Ho! sons of Kedar!—'tis De Chatillon! This way!—surround him! There's an Emir’s wealth Set on his life! Come on!

[Several Arabs rush in and surround ,

Rai. And he stands there To see me bought and sold! Death, death!—not chains! [, who has stood for a moment as if

Aym. Off from my brother, infidel! [The others hurry away. (Recollecting himself.) Why, then, heaven Is just! So! now I see it! Blood for blood! [Again rushing forward. No! he shall feel remorse! I'll rescue him, And make him weep for her! [Exit.

 

Her. No more soft strains of love. Good Vidal, sing The imprison'd warrior's lay. There's a proud tone Of lofty sadness in it.

'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound! And the knight look'd down from the Paynim's tower, And a Christian host in its pride and power Through the pass beneath him wound. "Cease awhile, clarion! clarion, wild and shrill, Cease! let them hear the captive's voice—be still!

"I knew 'twas a trumpet's note! And I see my brethren's lances gleam, And their pennons wave by the mountain-stream, And their plumes to the glad wind float "Cease awhile, clarion! &c.

"I am here with my heavy chain! And I look on a torrent sweeping by, And an eagle rushing to the sky. And a host to its battle-plain! Cease awhile, clarion! &c

"Must I pine in my fetters here? With the wild wave's foam, and the free bird's flight, 