Ul. Reach me those spears above,
Tel.What is that light,
That dances so and plays about the beams?
Ul. Now mayst thou see the goddess aiding us.
Tel. It shimmers like the moonlight on the sea.
Ul. ’Tis the same fierce ethereal flame of heaven,
Which makes the lightning; but the wise Athenè
Hath tamed it for her common servicings.
Stay not to look on’t; ’tis to aid our work.
Tel. ’Tis certain we shall prosper.