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Yes, and close at hand, Surrounded by a group of martial friends. Oft have I seen him on a day of battle March to the charge with noble portly gait; But now he treads the ground with buoyant steps Which from its surface spring, as tho' he press'd Substance of renovating power. His form Seems stately and enlarged beyond its wont; And in his countenance, oft turn'd to heaven, There is a look as if some god dwelt in him.

How do the people greet him?

Every face Gazing upon him, turns, with transit quick, Pity to admiration. Warlike veterans Are shedding tears like infants. As he passed The Legion he commanded in Armenia, They raised a shout as if a victor came, Saluting him with long and loud applause, None daring to reprove them. [Noise without of shouting. Hark! he comes.

Enter, followed by and , and attended by other friends, with Guards, &c.

Cordenius, O Cordenius! hear a friend,