Darts to the east its points of yellow light;
A luckless sign, which hastens to proclaim
That total loss and ruin are in sight.
Second Priest.
Although our death may give the Romans fame,
Their victory, methinks, to smoke will turn,
Our death and glory change to vivid flame.
First Priest.
Since it is fitting, bring the hallowed urn,
And quick bedew the sacred fire with wine;