THE GREY NIGHT. 
I27 
AGRIPPA 
 
But fear persuades. 
— This deathly light, these foul grey shades ! 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
Portending little enough of good 
To Rome, that beats with our heart’s blood. 
See how dejected on their spears 
The guard lean ! 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Rather a thousand years 
Of strife than this black peace.  Accurst 
I know this night shall be. 
 
ISSA 
 
I thirst. 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Give him to drink ! 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
How strange a fate ! 
Those noble eyes irradiate 
This leprous luster.