RAMIRO _and_ OSMA _enter from opposite sides_.
_Ram._ Where is the king? his car is at the gate,
His ministers attend him, but his foes
Are yet more prompt, nor will await delay.
_Osma_. Nor need they—for he meets them as I speak.
_Ram._ With all his forces? or our cause is lost.
Julian and Sisabert surround the walls.
_Osma_. Surround, sayst thou? enter they not the gates?
_Ram._ Perhaps ere now they enter.
_Osma_. Sisabert
Brings him our prisoner.
_Ram._ They are friends! they held
A parley; and the soldiers, when they saw
Count Julian, lowered their arms and hailed him king?
_Osma_. How? and he leads them in the name of king?
_Ram._ He leads them; but amid that acclamation
He turned away his head, and called for vengeance.
_Osma_. In Sisabert, and in the cavalry
He led, were all our hopes.
_Opas_. Woe, woe is theirs
Who have no other.
_Osma_. What are thine? obey
The just commands of our offended king:
Conduct him to the tower—off—instantly.
[_Guard hesitates_: OPAS _goes_.