"The postern gate shakes," continued Rebecca; "it crashes--it is splintered by his blows--they rush in--the outwork is won--Oh, God!--they hurl the defenders from the battlements--they throw them into the moat--O men, if ye be indeed men, spare them that can resist no longer!"
- A hátsó kapu megrendült - folytatta Rebeka -, recseg-ropog, szilánkokra törik a hatalmas csapások alatt. Az ostromlók berohannak - már el is foglalták a külső erődöt.