From “Catiline,” Act V. Sc. 2.
SOUND all to arms!  (A flourish of trumpets.)
Call in the captains,—(To an officer.)
                                I would speak with them!
(The officer goes.)Now, Hope! away,—and welcome gallant Death!
Welcome the clanging shield, the trumpet’s yell,—
Welcome the fever of the mounting blood,
That makes...