Glaucus! Glaucus![1090] He answers my call. Ah! take[1091] my hand; this way,[1092] this way; to the sea, to the sea! Trust me, I know the way! To the sea, to the sea! (Exit.)

(Chant off the stage.)

Woe to the proud ones who defy Him;

Woe to the wicked who deny Him;

Woe to the wicked, woe!

Lord Lytton.

[Gestures.]

The Dream of Eugene Aram.

’Twas in the prime of summer-time,