The valiant unto fame! Ay, the blue heaven

Seem’d for that noble scene a canopy

Scarce too majestic, while it rang afar

To peals of warlike sound! My gallant bands!

Where are you now?

Gon. Bid the wide desert tell

Where sleep its dead! To mightier hosts than them

Hath it lent graves ere now; and on its breast

Is room for nations yet!

Seb. It cannot be