They would be glittering with this hollow pomp,
To greet a conqueror’s entrance?
3d Cit. Thou say’st well.
None but a land forsaken of its chiefs
Had been so lost and won.
4th Cit. The lot is cast;
We have but to yield. Hush! for some strangers come:
Now, friends, beware.
1st Cit. Did the king pass this way
At morning, with his train?