Stern reckoners to account with.—Hark!
[The sound of trumpets heard at a distance.
2d Cit. ’Twas but
A rushing of the breeze.
3d Cit. E’en now, ’tis said,
The hostile bands approach.
[The sound is heard gradually drawing nearer.
2d Cit. Again! that sound
Was no illusion. Nearer yet it swells—
They come, they come!