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[The shade of Antony disappears: another rises.

Arn.
Who is this?
Who truly looketh like a demigod,
Blooming and bright, with golden hair, and stature,
If not more high than mortal, yet immortal
In all that nameless bearing of his limbs,
Which he wears as the Sun his rays-a something
Which shines from him, and yet is but the flashing
Emanation of a thing more glorious still.
Was he e'er human only?

Stran.
Let the earth speak,
If there be atoms of him left, or even
Of the more solid gold that formed his urn.

Arn.
Who was this glory of mankind?

Stran.
The shame
Of Greece in peace, her thunderbolt in war-
Demetrius the Macedonian, and
Taker of cities.

Arn.
Yet one shadow more.

Stran. (addressing the shadow).
Get thee to Lamia's lap!
[The shade of Demetrius Poliorcetes vanishes: another rises.

I'll fit you still,
Fear not, my Hunchback: if the shadows of
That which existed please not your nice taste,
I'll animate the ideal marble, till
Your soul be reconciled to her new garment.

Arn.
Content! I will fix here.

Stran.
I must commend
Your choice. The godlike son of the sea-goddess,
The unshorn boy of Peleus, with his locks
As beautiful and clear as the amber waves
Of rich Pactolus, rolled o'er sands of gold,
Softened by intervening crystal, and