_K._ Never. Ho! villains, rally. ’Tis the prince Enrique. Kill him, and save me. _En._ A rescue! a rescue! _K._ Die, Accursed infidel: but ere thou die.... 2259 [_The soldiers set on Enrique with the king._ This hand that slayeth thee, hath slain thy brother. _En._ May God forgive thee if thou speak truth. _The Captives rush out from the trees and overpower the soldiers, the armed of them kill the king as he fights with Enrique._ _Ch._ A rescue! Revenge—revenge. _K._ Ha! treachery, ho! I am slain. [_Falls dead._ _En._ Now who be ye? _Ch._ Your own men, Prince; the captives. _En._ Praised be God! ye have saved my life. _The Christian soldiers who were scaling the wall now come forward._ _CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS._ Victory! victory! The castle is taken. _En._ Some go seize the towers. Make speed: there may be men we know not of. Take store of ammunition. [_Some run off._ _Enter more Christian soldiers by door_ (L.), _leading Sala prisoner_. _1st Soldier._ Here is the general taken. _En._ Sala ben Sala! _Sa._ ’Tis I. 2270 _En._ Give me thy sword. _Sa._ I give it thee. [_Gives._ _En._ Is the day ours? _Sa._ The night is yours. _En._ I pray, What force is in the castle? _Sa._ There is none. Where is the king? _En._ See thou. But where’s my brother? _Sa._ What! slain! the king! _En._ I bade him render his sword: But, when he saw I stood alone before him, He made a rally of some beaten men Who had fled with him; and so provoked his death At the hands of his own prisoners, who ran Upon him from the trees and cut him down. _Sa._ By their hands fell he on this spot? 2280 _En._ ’Twas so. _Sa._ O justest stroke of fate. ’Twas here he slew The prince thy brother. _En._ Tell me not, I pray, That brag of his was true. _Sa._ Alas, ’tis true. _En._ My brother is dead! Ferdinand, Ferdinand! _Sa._ Thy grief is as my shame. _En._ Eternal shame. He who spared thee: your royal prisoner, Murdered. _Sa._ Forbear. I’ll lead thee where he lies. See thou, he is in the bower. _En._ (_approaching bower_). Ah! my brave brother! Is thy proud spirit no more? But what is this? Who is this woman that with eager arms 2290 Embraceth his pale corpse? _Sa._ (_pressing forward_). How sayst thou? Almeh. Dead, dead. _En._ Not so, she is warm.