What chariot-wheels are thundering o'er the bridge?

OSMA. Roderigo's--I well know them.

RAM. Now, the burst
Of acclamation! now! again, again.

OSMA. I know the voices; they are for Roderigo.

RAM. Stay, I entreat thee--one hath now prevailed.
So far is certain.

OSMA. Ay, the right prevails.

RAM. Transient and vain their joyance, who rejoice
Precipitately and intemperately,
And bitter thoughts grow up where'er it fell.

OSMA. Nor vain and transient theirs, who idly float
Down popularity's unfertile stream,
And fancy all their own that rises round?

RAM. If thou still lovest, as I know thou dost,
Thy king -

OSMA. I love him; for he owes me much,
Brave soul! and cannot, though he would, repay.
Service and faith, pure faith and service hard,
Throughout his reign, if these things be desert,
These have I borne toward him, and still bear.