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Reminds them anxiously, that preparation For the defence of this neglected hold, Is pressing matter of necessity.

Those glutton bandits will not leave a board, On which good viands smoke or wine cups sparkle, For all the words of threat'ning or entreaty, That mortal tongue can utter.

Where is our master?

What alarms thee so?

There is a power of armed men advancing. I saw their dark heads winding through the pass Above the bushes shown; a lengthen'd line, Two hundred strong, I guess.

It is Rasinga.

Ring the larum bell, And rouse those drunken thieves from their debauch.