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And may th' Almighty ever keep him so! (Cannon without.)

Again the horrible roar!

Our ruined walls are weak, our warriors few: Should they effect a breach!—O Garcio, Garcio! Where wand'rest thou, unblest, unhappy man, Who hadst our safeguard been!

Ha! bring'st thou tidings?

Ay, and fearful tidings. The foe have made a breach, and thro' the moat, Now grown so shallow with the summer drought, Have made their way.

Where does Rovani fight?

He did fight in the breach most valiantly; But now the foemen o'er his body pass, For he is slain, and all, I fear, is lost.

It must not be: I'll to the walls myself; My soldiers will with desperate courage fight, When they behold their wretched mistress near.