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(without.) Montjoy! Montjoy! St. Denis for Anjou! Provençals, on!

Fly, fly, or all is lost!

Back, back, I say! ye men of Sicily! All is not lost! Oh shame!—A few brave hearts In such a cause, ere now, have set their breasts Against the rush of thousands, and sustain'd, And made the shock recoil.—Ay, man, free man, Still to be called so, hath achieved such deeds As heaven and earth have marvell'd at; and souls, Whose spark yet slumbers with the days to come, Shall burn to hear: transmitting brightly thus Freedom from race to race!—Back! or prepare, Amidst your hearths, your bowers, your very shrines, To bleed and die in vain!—Turn, follow me! Conradin, Conradin!—for Sicily His spirit fights!—Remember Conradin! (They begin to rally around him. Ay, this is well!—Now follow me, and charge! (The Provençals rush in, but are repulsed by the Sicilians. [Exeunt.