_Al._ Why did she lie to me? Had they a plot To make me think he is dead? Sala’s my friend: Sala sent word of hope: and if he lives All may be saved. Nay, if he be not gone, If yet he is in the castle, I may find him. I’ll give him food: we will steal forth together: I have marked the way: and by the rocks of the shore We may lie hid till we may reach the camp. Now would I had kept my strength. Had I foreseen This chance.... There’s none about. ’Tis not too late. [_Noise of guns and fighting heard._ I may dare call. Prince Ferdinand! Good heart, What noise of battle. Pray God he be not there. Against my sire now I pray God: I pray 2223 Our men be driven back: yet not too soon. Ferdinand! Ferdinand! Heaven grant there’s none To hear but he: and he will never hear me Calling so fearfully, so faintly.... Alas! Better to seek him. Since he is not within, He must be in this garden. He will have sought Some shelter from the night.—Ah! the arbour ... there.... [_Goes to arbour._ Why, here. Wake, Ferdinand, wake! Come, ’tis I, We may escape. Come. Nay, this cannot be. Ah, God!—not this. Have pity; undo it, revoke; O let thy hand for once undo. Thou mightest, O Thou mightest. Ah, how cold. Oh! oh! he is murdered. Blood, his blood. ’Tis true. Dead, and my dream, my fate, my love; ’tis done. The end. Nay, God, as Thou art God, I trust Thee; Take me with him. Here in this bower of death I leave my body,—to this pitiless world 2240 Of hate: and to thy peaceful shores of joy I arise. O Ferdinand! me thou didst love. Thou didst kiss, once ... and these thy lips so cold I kiss once more. I have no fear: I come. [_Dies, falling on Ferdinand’s body._ _Scuffling at back of stage, the guard runs forward, followed by the Chorus._ _GUARD._ Some fiend hath pierced my back in the dark. _CHORUS._ Hey, fellow; Silence, or I will slay thee. ’Tis well; he is dead.— —Silently, silently.—Stay, stay. Which way?— Here o’er the wall.—Hark thou, there’s fighting there— Our men have driven them back—we be too late.— They will return—See where they climb the wall. [_The shouting and firing are grown quite near, and some figures are seen through the trees scaling the wall from without._ _Ch._ Who be they? See, they are swarming in the castle— 2251 Our men, ’tis they. We are saved.—Make not too sure— Best hide among the trees—Hide, hide.—I’ll take The pagan’s scimitar. [_They retire among trees._ _Enter left through the door a few Moorish soldiers, followed by the king, whom Enrique pursues._ _SOLDIERS._ To the walls! to the walls!— Too late—they are here. _ENRIQUE_ (_to K._). Thy sword. Give up thy sword. _KING._ Curse thee. I defy thee. _En._ Thy sword, or I shall slay thee.