Ranged thick and motionless, I see him not!
—But now——
Gon. He bade me keep mine eye upon him,
And all is darkness round me!—Now?
Gar. A sword,
A sword, springs upward, like a lightning burst,
Through the dark serried mass! Its cold blue glare
Is wavering to and fro—’tis vanish’d—hark!
Gon. I heard it, yes!—I heard the dull dead sound
That heavily broke the silence! Didst thou speak?