And yet I sometimes think that gorgeous orb
Must rather be the abode of Gods than one
Of the immortal sovereigns. Now he breaks
Through all the clouds, and fills my eyes with light
That shuts the world out. I can look no more.
Bal. Hark! heard you not a sound?
Myr.No, 'twas mere fancy;
They battle it beyond the wall, and not60
As in late midnight conflict in the very
Chambers: the palace has become a fortress