SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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O'erawed, shrank back before them?—Aye, the earth
Doth call them martyrs, but their agonies
Were of a moment, tortures whose brief aim
Was to destroy, within whose powers and scope
Lay nought but dust.—And earth doth call them martyrs!
Why, Heaven but claim'd their blood, their lives, and not
The things which grow as tendrils round their hearts;
No, not their children!
ELMINA.
I cannot utter it—My sons! my sons!
Is it of them?—Oh! wouldst thou speak of them?
GONZALEZ.
ELMINA.
Where are my children?
GONZALEZ.
Whose lines have girt the city.
XIMENA.
—All is not lost, my mother!
ELMINA.