Urb. (to a Citizen on the walls above.)
You see their lances glistening? You can tell
The way they take?
Cit. Not yet. Their march is slow;
They have not reach’d the jutting cliff, where first
The mountain path divides.
Urb. And now?
Cit. The wood
Shuts o’er their track. Now spears are flashing out—
It is the banner of De Chatillon.