X.

A moment pause the batteries now, while flag Of truce and summons of surrender due Approach the wall, nor long before it lag, For soon in Rey a noble foeman knew The English arms as he in England too. No paltering there! Redoubled every post; More resolute his wing’d defiance flew, In fiery tempest ’gainst the leaguering host; And scorning even to read the summons was his boast.