XXXV.

“And secret treaties had the recreant drawn With Hell’s diplomacy our soil to carve; And Europe was to have seen ere Aries’ dawn The traitor’s self the sovereign of Algarve. Thus rulers traffic while the people starve! Perchance Gaul’s tyrant mocked him with the lure-- A double traitor--base design to serve. Howe’er be this, his legions we endure Marched to the sister-land that erst expelled the Moor.