Turrets of friends and foes; or traced the range,
Spread since my exile, of our city's walls
Washed by the swift Arlanzon: all around
The flash of lances, blaze of banners, rush
Of hurrying horsemen, and the haughty blast
Of the soul-stirring trumpet, I renounced
My old philosophy, and gazed as gazes
The falcon on his quarry!

I:2:33 COUN.
Jesu grant
The lure will bear no harm!

[A trumpet sounds.]

I:2:34 ALAR.
Whose note is that?
I hear the tramp of horsemen in the court;
We have some guests.

I:2:35 COUN.
Indeed!

[Enter the COUNT OF SIDONIA and the COUNT OF LEON.]

I:2:36 ALAR.
My noble friends,
My Countess greets ye!

I:2:37 SIDO.