Ulr.‍You saw him

No more, then?

Sieg.‍I looked, as a dying soldier120

Looks at a draught of water, for this man;

But still I saw him not; but in his stead——

Ulr. What in his stead?

Sieg.‍My eye for ever fell

Upon your dancing crest; the loftiest.

As on the loftiest and the loveliest head,

It rose the highest of the stream of plumes,