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“Now thus,” she said, “to Isidora speak,-- Though noblest maid, my foster-sister dear-- Tell her my tongue to express my love is weak, And this memorial wet with many a tear. For dire to think how oft I am so near, But she within and I without the wall Beleaguered;--you, Don Carlos, need not fear To enter seaward, but the haughty Gaul ’Gainst Basque barquera soon would hurl the vengeful ball.”