brilliant strokes which he gave, could not discern to which side fortune inclined. I went in all directions to encourage our soldiers, to cause some to advance, and to support others, to marshal those who were coming up, to urge them forward in their turn, and I could not ascertain the result [of the conflict] until the break of day. But at last the bright dawn shows us our advantage. The Moor sees his loss and loses courage suddenly, and, seeing a reinforcement which had come to assist us, the ardor for conquest yields to the dread of death. They gain their ships, they cut their cables, they utter even to heaven terrific cries, they make their retreat in confusion and without reflecting whether their kings can escape with them. Their fright is too strong to admit of this duty. The incoming tide brought them here, the outgoing tide carries them away. Meanwhile their kings, combating amongst us, and a few of their [warriors] severely wounded by our blows, still fight valiantly and sell their lives dearly. I myself in vain urge them to surrender; scimitar in hand, they listen not to my entreaties, but seeing all their soldiers falling at their feet, and that henceforward alone they defend themselves in vain, they ask for the commander; I entitle myself as such, and they surrender. I sent you them both at the same time, and the combat ceased for want of combatants. It is in this manner that for your service---- Scene IV.--DON FERNANDO, DON DIEGO, DON RODRIGO, DON ARIAS, DON ALONZO, and DON SANCHO. _Don Alonzo._ Sire, Chimene comes to demand justice from you. _Don Fernando._ Vexatious news and unwelcome duty! Go [Rodrigo]; I do not wish her to see thee. Instead of thanks I must drive thee away; but, before departing, come, let thy King embrace thee! [_Exit Don Rodrigo._] _Don Diego._ Chimene pursues him, [yet] she wishes to save him. _Don Fernando._ They say that she loves him, and I am going to prove it. Exhibit a more sorrowful countenance [_lit._ eye]. Scene V.--DON FERNANDO, DON DIEGO, DON ARIAS, DON SANCHO, DON ALONZO, CHIMENE, and ELVIRA. _Don Fernando._ At last, be content, Chimene, success responds to your wishes. Although Rodrigo has gained the advantage over our enemies, he has died before our eyes of the wounds he has received; return thanks to that heaven which has avenged you. (_To Don Diego._) See, how already her color is changed! _Don Diego._ But see! she swoons, and in this swoon, sire, observe the effect of an overpowering [_lit._ perfect] love. Her grief has betrayed the secrets of her soul, and no longer permits you to doubt her passion. _Chimene._ What, then! Is Rodrigo dead? _Don Fernando._ No, no, he still lives [_lit._ he sees the day]; and he still preserves for you an unalterable affection; calm this sorrow which takes such an interest in his favor.