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A famous artisan, a cunning sculptor;
Arn. And what is that? Also a dealer in the sword and dagger.
Thou feelest and thou see'st. Not so, my musqueteer; 't was he who slew
[Bxit ARNOLD joining in the combat, which The Bourbon from the wall.
still continues between detached parties. Arn. Ay, did he so ?
The scene closes.
St. Peter's—The interior of the Church-The Who slays Cellini will have work'd as hard
Pope at the Allar-Priests, etc. crowding in As e'er thou didst upon Carrara's blocks. (1)
confusion, and citizens flying for refuge, ARNOLD disarms and wounds CELLINI, but
pursued by Soldiery. slightly: the latter draws a pistol, and fires; then retires, and disappears through
Bnter CÆSAR. the portico. Cæs. How farest thou ? Thou haste a taste, me- A Spanish Soldier. Down with them, comrades! Of red Bellona's banquet.
seize upon those lamps ! Arn. (staggers.) 'Tis a scratch.
Cleave yon bald-pated shaveling to the chine! Lend me thy scarf. He shall not 'scape me thus. His rosary's of gold ! Cees. Where is it?
Lutheran Soldier. Revenge! revenge! Arn.
In the shoulder, not the sword-arm- Plunder hereafter, but for vengeance nowAnd that's enough. I am thirsty: would I had
Yonder stands Antichrist! A helm of water!
Cæs. (interposing.) How now, schismatic ? Caes. That's a liquid now
What wouldst thou ? In requisition, but by no means easiest
Luth. Sold. In the holy name of Christ, To come at. Arn. And my thirst increases ;-but
Destroy proud Antichrist. I am a Christian. I'll find a way to quench it.
Cæs. Yea, a disciple that would make the founder Cres.
Or be quench'd
Of your belief renounce it, could he see Thyself?
Such proselytes. Best stint thyself to plunder. Arn. The chance is even ; we will throw
Luth. Sold. I say he is the devil. The dice thereon. But I lose time in prating; Cæs.
Hush! keep that secret, Prithee be quick. [CÆSAR binds on the scarf. Lest he should recognise you for his own.
And what dost thou so idly? Luth. Sold. Why would you save him ? I repeat Why dost not strike?
he is Cæs.
Your old philosophers The devil, or the devil's vicar upon earth. Beheld mankind, as mere spectators of
Cæs. And that's the reason : would you make a The Olympic games. When I behold a prize
quarrel Worth wrestling for, I may be found a Milo. With your best friends ? You had far best be quiet; Arn. Ay, 'gainst an oak.
His hour is not yet come.
That shall be seen!
[The Lutheran Soldier rushes forward ; a Meantime, pursue thy sport as I do mine;
shot strikes him from one of the Pope's Which is just now to gaze, since all these labourers Guards, and he falls at the foot of the Will reap my harvest gratis.
Cæs. (to the Lutheran.) I told you so.
Luth. Sold. And will you not avenge me? Cæs. And thou-a man.
Cæs. Not I! You know that “Vengeance is the Arn. Why, such I fain would show me.
Lord's :" Cas.
True—as men are. You see he loves no interlopers.
(1) “Levelling my arquebuse,” says Benvenuto Cellini, “I once, I cautiously approached the walls, and perceived that discharged it with a deliberate aim at a person who seemed to be there was an extraordinary confusion among the assailants, oclisted above the rest: but the mist prevented me from distin-casioned by our having shot the Duke of Bourbon: he was, as I guishing whether he was on horseback or on foot. Then turn- understood afterwards, that chief personage whom I saw raised ing suddenly about to Alessandro and Cecchino, I bid them fire above the rest."-Vol. i. p. 120. This, however, is one of the off their pieces, and showed them how to escape every shot of many stories in Cellini's amusing autobiography which nobody the besiegers. Having accordingly fired twice for the enemy's seems ever lo have believed.-E.
Luth. Sold. (dying.)
Enter OLIMPIA, flying from the pursuit-she Had I but slain him, I had gone on high,
springs upon the Allar. Crown'd with eternal glory! Heaven, forgive My feebleness of arm that reach'd him not,
Sold. She's mine! And take thy servant to thy mercy. 'Tis
Another Sold. (opposing the former.) You lie, A glorious triumph still; proud Babylon's
I track'd her first; and were she No more; the Harlot of the Seven Hills
The Pope's niece, I'll not yield her. [They fight. Hath changed her scarlet raiment for sackcloth 3d Sold. (advancing towards OLIMPIA.) You And ashes !
(The Lutheran dies. Cres. Yes, thine own amidst the rest. Your claims; I 'll make mine good. Well done, old Babel!
Infernal slave! [The Guards defend themselves desperately, You touch me not alive. while the Pontiff escapes, by a private pas- 3d Sold.
Alive or dead! sage, to the Vatican and the Castle of St. Olimp. (embracing a massive crucifix.) ResAngelo.(1)
pect your God! Cæs. Ha! right nobly battled!
3d Sold. Yes, when he shines in gold. Now, priest! now, soldier! the two great professions, Girl, you but grasp your dowry. Together by the ears and hearts ! I have not
(As he advances, OLIMPIA, with a strong Seen a more comic pantomime since Titus
and sudden effort, casts down the cru Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best then; cifix: it strikes the Soldier, who falls. Now they must take their turn.
Oh, great God! Soldiers.
He hath escaped! Olimp. Ah! now you recognize him. Follow!
My brain's crush'd! Another Sold. They have barr’d the narrow pas- Comrades, help, ho! All's darkness! [He dies. And it is clogg'd with dead even to the door.
Other Soldiers (coming up). Slay her, although Cæs. I am glad he hath escaped: he may thank
she had a thousand lives :
She hath killd our comrade. In part. I would not have his bulls abolish'd— Olimp.
Welcomc such a death! ’T were worth one half our empire: his indulgences You have no life to give, which the worst slave Demand some in return;—no, no, he must not
Would take. Great God! through thy redeeming Fall;—and besides, his now escape may furnish
Son, A future miracle, in future proof
And thy Son's Mother, now receive me as [thee! Of his infallibility. [To the Spanish Soldiery. I would approach thee, worthy her, and him, ani Well, cut-throats!
Arn. What do I see ? Accursed jackals !
Forbear! From such a pilgrimage without a relic?
Cæs. (aside, and laughing.) Ha! ha! here's The very Lutherans have more true devotion :
equity! The dogs See how they strip the shrines !
Have as much right as he. Bul to the issue! Soldiers.
By holy Peter!
Soldiers. Count, she hath slain our comrade. He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear
With what weapon? The best away.
Sold. The cross, beneath which he is crush’d; Cæs. And that were shame! Go to!
behold him Assist in their conversion.
Lie there, more like a worm than man; she cast it [The Soldiers disperse ; many quit the Church, Upon his head. others enter.
Even so; there is a woman Cæs.
They are gone,
Worthy a brave man's liking. Were ye such, And others come: so flows the wave on wave Ye would have honour'd her. But get ye hence, Of what these creatures call eternity,
And thank your meanness, other God you have none, Deeming themselves the breakers of the ocean,
For your existence. Had
you touch'd a hair While they are but its bubbles, ignorant
Of those dishevell’d locks, I would have thinn'd That foam is their foundation. So, another! Your ranks more than the enemy. Away,
(1) The castle of St. Angelo was besieged from the 6th of May this picture of horrors, see especially the Sackage of Rome, by to the 5th of June, during which time, slaughter and desolation, Jacopo Buonaparte, “ gentiluomo Samminialese, che vi se trovo accompanied with every excess of impiety, rapine, and lust, on presente," and Life of Cellini, vol. i. p. 124.-E. the side of the Imperialists, devastated the city of Rome. For
Ye jackals! gnaw the bones the lion leaves,
Arn. No, thou know'st me not; I am not But not even these till he permits.
Of these men, though-
I judge thee by thy mates; || Migbi conquer for himself then.
It is for God to judge thee as thou art. Arn.(cuts him doron.)
Mutineer! I see thee purple with the blood of Rome; Rebel in hell-you shall obey on earth.
Take mine, 't is all thou e'er shalt have of me,
I offer him a blood less holy
A redeem'd infant) than the holy water
The saints have sanctified ! As you are bold within it.
[OLIMPIA waves her hand to ARNOLD with [ARNOLD mows down the foremost, therest disdain, and dashes herself on the pavethrow dowon their arms.
ment from the Allar. Soldiers.
I am here.
Cæs. (assisting him to raise OLIMPIA.) She hath The conquest which you led to.
done it well! Arn.
Get you hence! The leap was serious. Hence to your quarters; you will find them fix'd Arn.
Oh! she is lifeless. In the Colonna palace.
If Olimp. (aside.) In my father's.
She be so, I have nought to do with that: Hence!
The resurrection is beyond me. Arn. (to the Soldiers.) Leave your arms; ye bave
Cæs. Ay, slaye or master, 't is all one: methinks Of such : the city srender'd. And mark well
Good words, however, are as well at times.
Arn. Words !-Canst thou aid her?
Cres. Soldiers (deposing their arms and departing).
I will try. A sprinkling We obey.
Of that same holy water may be useful. Arn.(10 OLIMPIA.) Lady, you are safe.
[He brings some in his helmet from the font. Olimp.
I should be so,
Arn, 'Tis mix'd with blood. Had I a knife even ; but it matters not
There is no cleaner now Death hath a thousand gates; and on the marble, In Rome. Even at the altar foot, whence I look down
Arn. How pale ! how beautiful! how lifeless ! Upon destruction, shall my head be dash'd,
Alive or dead, thou essence of all beauty, Ere thou ascend it. God forgive thee, man!
I love but thee! Arn. I wish to merit his forgiveness, ard
Even so Achilles loved
Penthesilea : with his form it seems
You have his heart, and yet it was no soft one.
Arn. She breathes! but no, 't was nothing, or the No injury!-and made my father's house
Faint flulier life disputes with death.
Arn. Thou say'st it? Then 'tis truth. (She raises her eyes to Heaven, folds her
You do me rightrobe round her, and prepares to dash The devil speaks truth much oftener than he 's herself down on the side of the Altar op
Hold, hold! Arn. (without attending to him). Yes! her
Alas! that the first beat of the only heart
To an assassin's pulse.
A Castle in the Apennines, surrounded by a
wild but smiling country. Chorus of Peasants, singing before the Gates.
A sage reflection, But somewhat latei' the day. Where shall we bear
Arn. And will she live?
Arn. Then she is dead !
Bah! bah! You are so,
Cæs. Come then! raise her up!
Cæs. As softly as they bear the dead,
Arn. But doth she live indeed ?
Nay, never fear! But, if you rue it after, blame not me.
Arn, Let her but live!
The spirit of her life
Caes. I could be one right formidable;
Cæs. Like stars, no doubt; for that's a metaphor
To the palace
Oh! I know
Now onward, onward! Gently! (Bxeunt, bearing OLIMPIA. The scene closes.
The spring is come;
Have sought their home:
Our swords are all idle,
The steed bites the bridle,
But his armour is rusty,
And the veteran grows crusty
He drinks—but what's drinking !
A mere pause from thinking!
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.
"Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made."
Genesis, chap. iii. verse 1,
TO SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.
BY HIS OBLIGED FRIEND AND FAITHFUL SERVANT,
mas upon similar subjects, which were styled "Mysteries, or Moralities.” The author has by no
means taken the same liberties wilh his subject The following scenes are entitled A Mystery, in which were common formerly, as may be seen conformity with the ancient tille annexed to dra- by any reader curious enough to refer to those
(1) Cain was begun at Ravenna, on the 16th of July, 18?!- lebrity of ois name to palm upon you obsolete trash, the very offcompleted on the 9th of September—and published, in the same scourings of Bayle and Voltaire, which he has made you pay for volume with Sardanapalus and The Two Foscari, in December. as though it were firsl-rate poetry and sound metaphysics.
Perhaps no production of Lord Byron has been more generally But I tell you (and, if you doubi il, you may consult any of the admired, on the score of ability, than this Mystery; certainly none, literary gentlerren who frequent your reading-room) that this on first appearing, exposed the author io a fiercer tempest of poem, this Mystery, with which you have insulted us, is nothing personal abuse.
more than a cento from Voltaire's novels, and the most objecBesides being unmercifully handled in most of the critical tionable articles in Bayle's Dictionary, served up in clumsy journals of the day, Cain was made the subject of a solemn sepa-cuttings of len syllables, for the purpose of giving it the guise of rate essay, entitled "A remonstrance addressed to Mr. Murray poelry. respecting a recent Publication-by Oxoniensis;" of which we “Still, though Cain has no claims to originality, there are other may here preserve a specimen :
objects to which it may be made subservient; and so well are the "There is a method of producing conviction, not to be found noble author's schemes arranged, that in some of them he wil in any of the treatises on logic, bui which I am persuaded you be sure to succeed. could be quickly made to understand; it is the argumentum ad “ In the first place, this publication may be useful as a financrumenam; and this, I trust, will be brought home to you in cial measure. It may seem hard to suspect, that the bigh-souled a variety of ways; not least, I expect, in the profit you hope 10 philosophy, of which his Lordship makes profession, could be make by the offending publication. As a bookseller, I conclude servile to the influence' of money; but you could tell us, Sir, ir you bave but one standard of poetic excellence—the extent of you would, what sort of hand your noble friend is at a bargain ; your sale. Without assuming any thing beyond the bounds of whether Plutus does not sometimes go shares with A pollo in his ordinary foresight, I venture to foretell, that in this case you inspirations. will be mistaken : the book will disappoint your cupidity, as much “In the second place (second I mean ia point of order, for I as it discredits your feeling and discretion. Your poble em- do not presume to decide which motive predominates in his ployer bas deceived you, Mr. Murray: he has profited by the ce-Lordship's mind), the blasphemous impieties of Cain, though