LR 5.04.134 {p} ‘Faramir! Faramir!’ men lay.

5.04.130 Like thunder they hand.
5.04.131 The Nazgûl screeched on.
5.04.132 But Denethor did he?
5.04.133 Last of all field.
5.04.134 ‘Faramir! Faramir!’ men lay.
5.04.135 The Prince Imrahil son’s.
5.04.136 So now at morning.
5.04.137 ‘There is no come.’
5.04.138 The Gate was red.