Here, Philip, read; I cannot; I see that cloud.

It makes the letters dim Before mine eyes.
PHILIP (reading).
"To King Antiochus, The God, Epiphanes." ANTIOCHUS.
O mockery! Even Lysias laughs at me!--Go on, go on.
PHILIP (reading).
"We pray thee hasten thy return.

The realm Is falling from thee.

Since thou hast gone from us The victories of Judas Maccabaeus Form all our annals.

First he overthrew Thy forces at Beth-horon, and passed on, And took Jerusalem, the Holy City.
And then Emmaus fell; and then Bethsura; Ephron and all the towns of Galaad, And Maccabaeus marched to Carnion." ANTIOCHUS.
Enough, enough! Go call my chariot-men; We will drive forward, forward, without ceasing, Until we come to Antioch.