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Tush, Glenfadden! Too hasty art thou. (To the Vassals.)Ye will say, belike, "Our safety—our existence did demand Utter extinction of that hold of foes." And well ye may.—A like necessity Compels us now, and yet ye hesitate.

Our sighted seers the fun'ral lights have seen, Not moving onward in the wonted path On which by friends the peaceful dead are borne, But hov'ring o'er the heath like countless stars, Spent and extinguish'd on the very spot Where first they twinkled. This too well foreshows Interment of the slain, whose bloody graves Of the same mould are made on which they fell.

Ha! so indeed! some awful tempest gathers.

What sighted man hath seen it?