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Urb. (to a on the walls above.) You see their lances glistening? You can tell The way they take?

Cit. Not yet. Their march is slow; They have not reach'd the jutting cliff, where first The mountain path divides.

Urb. And now?

Cit. The wood Shuts o'er their track. Now spears are flashing out— It is the banner of De Chatillon. (Very slow and mournful military music without.) This way! they come this way!

Urb. All holy saints Grant that they pass us not! Those martial sounds Have a strange tone of sadness! Hark, they swell Proudly, yet full of sorrow.

Welcome, knights! Ye bring us timely aid! men's hearts were full Of doubt and terror. Brave De Chatillon! True soldier of the Cross! I welcome thee; I greet thee with all blessing! Where thou art There is deliverance!