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It is not all too late.

My brothers!

All is well. (To .) Hush! wouldst thou chill That which hath sprung within them, as a flame From th' altar-embers mounts in sudden brightness? I say, 'tis not too late, ye men of Spain! On to the rescue!

Bless me, oh my father! And I will hence, to aid thee with my prayers, Sending my spirit with thee through the storm, Lit up by flashing swords!

Hath aught been spared? Am I not all bereft?—Thou 'rt left me still! Mine own, my loveliest one, thou'rt left me still! Farewell!—thy father's blessing, and thy God's, Be with thee, my Ximena!

Fare thee well!