Bright garlanded?—close treading them the guards—
The hundred Grecian guards that watch by Dion,
Then all his men in battle order placed?
Tim. But when his trumpeter blew from the gate,
And all the people upward looked in silence
While he declared them subjects but of Heaven,
No wonder that each eye turned fount and flowed.
Asc. Then 'twas the wet cheek marked the noble heart,
And the unwatered eye was shame.