Cæs. I cannot find my hero; he is mix'd Their hose as they have doff'd their hats, 'twould [mire Enter a Party fighting; ARNOLD at the head of the Besiegers. He comes, Exemption from some maladies of body, More than Pelides' heel; why, then, be cautious. Your old philosophers Beheld mankind, as mere spectators of The Olympic games. When I behold a prize Worth wrestling for, I may be found a Milo. Arn. Ay, 'gainst an oak. Cæs. A forest, when it suits me. I combat with a mass, or not at all. Arn. A fiend! Cæs. Thou art still And thou-a man. Arn. Why, such I fain would show me. Cæs. True-as men are. Arn. And what is that? Cæs. Thou feelest and thou see'st. [Exit ARNOLD, joining in the combat, which still continues between detached parties. The scene closes. SCENE III.-St Peter's. The Interior of the Church; the Pope at the Altar; Priests, &c.. Luth. Sold. In the holy name of Christ, Destroy proud Anti-Christ. I am a Christian. Cæs. Yes, a disciple that would make the founder Of your belief renounce it, could he see The devil, or the devil's vicar upon earth. With your best friends? You had far best be You see he loves no interlopers. Oh! "Tis Had I but slain him, I had gone on high, Caes. Well done, old Babel! [The GUARDS defend themselves desperately, while the PONTIFF escapes, by a private passage, to the Vatican and the Castle of St Angelo. Cas. Ha! right nobly battled: Now, priest! now, soldier! the two great professions, Together by the ears and hearts! I have not Seen a more comic pantomime since Titus Cæs. I am glad he hath escaped: he may thank me for't In part. I would not have his bulls abolish'd'Twere worth one half our empire: his indulgences Demand some in return;-no, no, he must not Of his infallibility. [To the SPANISH SOLDIERY. By holy Peter ! And that were shame! Go to! Sold. She's mine! The Pope's niece, I'll not yield her. [They fight. 3d Sold. [advancing towards OLIMPIA]. You may settle Your claims; I'll make mine good. You touch me not alive. Infernal slave! Alive or dead! Olimp. [embracing a massive crucifix]. Respect your God! 3d Sold! Yes, when he shines in gold. Girl, you but grasp your dowry. [As he advances, OLIMPIA, with a strong and sudden effort, casts down the crucifix; it strikes the Soldier, who falls. 3d Sold. Oh, great God! Olimp. Ah! now you recognize him. 3d Sold. My brain is crush'd! Comrades, help, ho! All's darkness! He dies. Other Soldiers [coming up). Slay her, although she had a thousand lives: She hath kill'd our comrade. Olimp. Welcome such a death! You have no life to give, which the worst slave Would take. Great God! through thy redeem ing Son, Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best And thy Son's Mother, now receive me as Now they must take their turn. [then; I would approach thee, worthy her, and him Soldiers. Follow ! He hath escaped ! [passage up, and thee! Enter ARNOLD. Another Sold. They have barr'd the narrow And it is clogg'd with dead even to the door. For your existence. Had you touch'd a hair The lion Mutineer! A Sold. [murmuring]. Might conquer for himself then. Arn. [cuts him down]. Rebel in hell-you shall obey on earth! [The Soldiers assault ARNOLD. Arn. Come on! I'm glad on't! I will show you slaves, How you should be commanded, and who led you First o'er the wall you were so shy to scale, [ARNOLD mows down the foremost; the rest Soldiers. Arn. Then learn to grant it. Have I taught you who Led you o'er Rome's eternal battlements? Soldiers. We saw it, and we know it; yet forgive A moment's error in the heat of conquest- Arn. Get you hence! Hence to your quarters! you will find them fixed House! Arn. [to the soldiers]. have no further need In my father's Leave your arms; ye Of such; the city's render'd. And mark well You keep your hands clean, or I'll find out a stream As red as Tiber now runs, for your baptism. Arn. [to OLIMPIA]. Lady, you are safe. Arn. No, thou know'st me not; I am not Of these men thoughOlimp. I judge thee by thy mates; But not less pure (pure as it left me then, [OLIMPIA waves her hand to ARNOLD with disdain, and dashes herself on the pavement from the Altar. I love but thee! Cæs. Even so Achilles loved I should be so Penthesilea: with his form it seems You have his heart, and yet it was no soft one. Arn. She breathes! But no, 'twas nothing, or the last Faint flutter life disputes Cæs. She breathes. Arn. Thou say'st it? Then 'tis truth. Cas. Had I a knife even; but it matters not- with death. You do me right The devil speaks truth much oftener than he's deem'd : He hath an ignorant audience. PART III. Arn. [without attending to him]. Yes! her SCENE I-A Castle in the Apennines, sur heart beats. Arn. Softly! Cæs. As softly as they bear the dead, Perhaps because they cannot feel the jolting. Arn. But doth she live indeed? Cæs. Nay, never fear! But, if you rue it after, blame not me. Arn. Let her but live! Cæs. The spirit of her life I am employ'd in such; but you perceive Cas. I! But fear not. I'll not be your rival. I could be one right formidable; rounded by a wild but smiling Country. Chorus of PEASANTS singing before the gates. Chorus. 1. The wars are over, The spring is come; Have sought their home: They are happy, we rejoice; II. The spring is come; the violet's gone, The snow on the hills cannot blast her bower, III. And when the spring comes with her host Of flowers, that flower beloved the most Shrinks from the crowd that may confuse Her heavenly odour and virgin hues. IV. Pluck the others, but still remember Enter CAESAR. Cas. [singing]. The wars are all over, But his armour is rusty, He drinks-but what's drinking? No bugle awakes him with life-and-death call. Chorus. But the hound bayeth loudly, The boar's in the wood, And the falcon longs proudly To spring from her hood: On the wrist of the noble She sits like a crest, And the air is in trouble With birds from their nest. Cæs. Oh! shadow of glory! Dim image of war |