Marius. Hark! dost thou hear?
Cethegus. What sound?
Marius. The tramp of horse;
And lo! the boat awaits us by the shore!
——
Marius, alone, seated among the Ruins of Carthage.
Alone, but not a captive—not o’ercome
By any fate, and reckless of its doom,
Even midst the ruins by his own arm made,
There sits the Exile, lone, but unafraid!