And make the power I have left behind
(Too little to defend our guiltless lives)
Sufficient to discomfit<74> and confound
The trustless force of those false Christians!--
To arms, my lords!<75> on Christ still let us cry:
If there be Christ, we shall have victory.
[Exeunt.]


SCENE III.

Alarms of battle within. Enter SIGISMUND wounded.

SIGISMUND. Discomfited is all the Christian<76> host,
And God hath thunder'd vengeance from on high,
For my accurs'd and hateful perjury.
O just and dreadful punisher of sin,
Let the dishonour of the pains I feel
In this my mortal well-deserved wound
End all my penance in my sudden death!
And let this death, wherein to sin I die,
Conceive a second life in endless mercy!
[Dies.]

Enter ORCANES, GAZELLUS, URIBASSA, with others.

ORCANES. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods,
And Christ or Mahomet hath been my friend.

GAZELLUS. See, here the perjur'd traitor Hungary,