Scatter’d, they judged, and could unite no more—
Not so, they then were at the prison door. 430
For some had met who sought the haunts they loved,
And were to pity and to vengeance moved:
Their fellows perish! and they see their fall—
“Why not attempt the steep but guardless wall?”
Attempt was made, his part assign’d each man,
And they succeeded in the desperate plan;
In truth, a purposed mercy smooth’d their way,
But that they knew not—all triumphant they.