About you; and this momentary gleam
Of glory that you think to hold life-fast,
So coming, so shall vanish, as a dream.
Seg. He prophesies; the old man prophesies;
And, at his trumpet’s summons, from the tower
The leash-bound shadows loosen’d after me
My rising glory reach and over-lour—
But, reach not I my height, he shall not hold.
But with me back to his own darkness!
(He dashes toward the throne and is enclosed by the soldiers.)