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Enter, and , with two or three of their followers, fighting bravely with a party of Turks, whom they beat off the stage.

Now for a space those ruffians stand aloof: This is a pause that calls upon the mind: What shall we do?

What do men do, when they together stand On the last perch of the swift-sinking wreck? Do they not bravely give their parting cheer, And make their last voice loud and boldly sound Amidst the hollow roarings of the storm? Ev'n so will we: we'll bear our manhood up To the last push.

Thou speakest well, brave seaman: thou dost speak What the heart owns: we will do even so. But Oh that our brave leader now were near us, Living or dead! Doth no one know his fate? I thought by him t' have died.

What corpse is this so cover'd? on its sandal It wears th'imperial bird in fretted gold.