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 He shall not! Follow me! I say your chief Is bought and sold! Is there no generous trust Left in your souls? De Foix, I saved your life At Ascalon! Du Mornay, you and I On Jaffa's wall together set our breasts Against a thousand spears! What! have I fought Beside you, shared your cup, slept in your tents, And ye can think——[Dashing off his turban. Look on my burning brow! Read if there's falsehood branded on it—read The marks of treachery there!

Knights. (gathering round him.) No, no! come on! To the rescue! lead us on! we'll trust thee still!

Aym. Follow, then!—this way. If I die for him, There will be vengeance! He shall think of me To his last hour! [Exeunt.

Mel. It must be that these sounds and sights of war Shake her too gentle nature. Yes, her cheek Fades hourly in my sight! What other cause— None, none! She must go hence! Choose from thy band The bravest, Sadi! and the longest tried, And I will send my child——

Voice without. Where is your chief?

Arab Chief. The sons of Kedar's tribe have brought to the son Of the Prophet's house a prisoner!

Mel. (half drawing his sword.) Chatillon! That slew my boy! Thanks for the avenger's hour! Sadi, their guerdon—give it them—the gold! And me the vengeance!

This is he That slew my first-born!

Rai. (to himself.) Surely there leap'd up