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Cæsa It would be well
Cæsar. I thank you for the freedom , If the Earth's princes asked no more.
'tis the only Bourbon. Be silent!
Pay I have taken in your Highness' service. Cæsar. Aye, but not idle. Work your Bourbon. Well, sir, to-morrow you shall self with words!
pay yourself. You have few to speak.
Look on those towers; they hold my treasury.
Arnold. Prince! my servico
And yours will be a post of trust at dayArnold. I have heard as much, my Lord.
break. Bourbon. And you will follow ?
Cæsar. And mine? Arnold. Since I must not lead.
Bourbon. To follow glory with the Bourbon. 'Tis necessary for the further Bourbon. daring
Good night! Of our too needy army, that their chief Arnold (to Cæsar). Preparo our armour Plant the first foot upon the foremost ladder's for the assault, First step
And wait within my tent. Cæsar. Upon its topmost, let us hope: (Ereunt Bourbon, Arnold, Philibert, ac. So shall he have his full deserts.
Cæsar (solus). Within thy tent! Bourbon. The world's
Thinkst thou that I pass from thee 'with Great capital perchance is ours to-morrow.
my presence ? Through every change the seven - hilled Or that this crooked coffer, which contained city hath
Thy principle of life, is aught to me Retained her sway o'er nations, and the Except a mask ? And these are Men, forsooth! Cæsars
Heroes and chiefs, the flower of Adam's But yielded to the Alarics, the Alarics
bastards! Unto the Pontiffs. Roman, Goth, or Priest, This is the consequence of giving Matter Still the world's masters! Civilized, Barba- The power of Thought. It is a stubhorn rian,
substance, Or Saintly, still the walls of Romulus And thinks chaotically, as it acts, Have been the Circus of an Empire. Well! Ever relapsing into its first elements. 'Twas their turn—now 'tis ours; and let us Well! I must play with these poor pup
hope That we will fight as well, and rule much The Spirit's pastime in his idler hours. better.
When I grow weary of it, I have business Cæsar. No doubt, the camp's the school Amongst the stars, which these poor creaof civic rights.
tures deem What would you make of Rome
Were made for them to look at. Twere Bourbon. That which it was.
a jest now Cæsar. In Alaric's time?
To bring one down amongst them,and set fire Bourbon. No, slave! In the first Cæsar's, Unto their ant-hill: how the pismires then Whose name you bear like other curs. Would scamper o'er the scalding soil, and, Cæsar. And kings.
ccasing 'Tis a great name for bloodhounds. From tearing down each others' nesto, pipe Bourbon. There's a demon
forth In that fierce rattle - snake, thy tongue. One universal orison! Ha! ha! Wilt never
(Exit Cæsar. Be serious ?
Cæsar. On the eve of battle, no;-
to scale the walls; BOURBON, with a white Our tutelar deity, in a leader's shape, scarf over his armour, foremost. Takes care of us. Keep thought aloof from hosts!
Chorus of Spirits in the air. If the knaves take to thinking, you will have Tis the morn, but dim and dark. To crack those walls alone.
Whither flies the silent lark? Bourbon. You may sneer, since
Whither shrink, the clouded sun? 'Tis lucky for you that you fight no worse Is the day indeed begun? for't.
Nature's eye is melancholy
pets : 'lis
O'er the city high and holy !
Rouse thee! Rather give tho por But without there is a din
With thy own hand to thy torch, Should arouse the Saints within,
Than behold such hosts pollute
Your worst dwelling with their foot.
Ah! behold yon bleeding Spectre !
Ilion's children find no Hector;
Priam's offspring loved their brother; Hearken to the steady stamp!
Roma's sire forgot his mother, Mars is in their every tramp!
When he slew his gallant twin, Not a step is out of tune,
With inexpiable sin.
See the giant-shadow stride
When he first o'erleapt thy wall,
Who to stop his steps are able ?
Stalking o'er thy highest dome,
Are around thee, thon world's Wonder! Look upon the bristling wall,
Death is in thy walls and under. Mann'd without an interval !
Now the meeting steel first clashes; Round and round, and tier on tier, Downward then the ladder crashes, Cannon's black mouth, shining spear,
With its iron load all gleaming, Lit match, bell-mouth'd musquetoon, Lying at its foot blaspheming! Gaping to be murderous soon.
Up again! for every warrior All the warlike gear of old,
Slain, another climbs the barrier. Mix'd with what we now behold,
Thicker grows the strife: thy ditches In this strife 'twixt old and new,
Europe's mingling gore enriches. Gather like a locusts' crew.
Rome! Although thy wall may perish, Shade of Remus! 'tis a time
Such manure thy fields will cherish, Awful as thy brother's crime!
Making gay the harvest-home; Christians war against Christ's shrinor But thy hearths, alas! oh, Rome! Must its lot be like to thine ?
Yet be Rome amidst thine anguish,
Fight as thou wast wont to vanquish! Near- and near-nearer still, As the earthquake saps the hill,
Yet once more, ye old Penates! First with trembling, hollow motion, Let not your quenched hearths be Ate's ! Like a scarce-awaken'd ocean,
Yet again, ye shadowy heroes, Then with stronger shock and louder, Yield not to these stranger Neroes! Till the rocks are crush'd to powder, Though the Son who slew his mother, Onward sweeps the rolling host !
Shed Rome's blood, he was your brother: Heroes of the immortal boast!
'Twas the Roman curb'd the Roman :Mighty Chiefs! Eternal Shadows!
Brennus was a baffled foeman. First flowers of the bloody meadows Yet again, ye Saints and Martyrs, Which encompass Rome, the mother Rise, for yours are holier charters. Of a people without brother!
Mighty Gods of temples falling, Will you sleep when nations' quarrels Yet in ruin still appalling! Plough the root up of your laurels? Mightier founders of those altars, Ye who wept o'er Carthage burning, True and Christian,--strike the assaulters! Weep not--strike! for Rome is mourning! Tiber! Tiber! let thy torrent
Show even Nature's self abhorrent.
Let each breathing heart dilated
But be still the Roman's Rome!
BOURBON, ARNOLD, Cæsar, and others, Fight, like your first sire, each Roman!
arrive at the foot of the wall. ARNOLD is Alaric was a gentle foeman,
about to plant his ladder. Match'd with Bourbon's black banditti ! Bourbon. Hold, Arnold: I am first Rouse thee, thou eternal City!
Arnold. Not so, my Lord.
Bourbon. Hold, sir, I charge you! Follow! Arnold. Truc. I'll weep hereafter. I am proud
[Arnold covers Bourbon's body with a Of such a follower, but will brook no leader. mantle, and mounts the ladder, crying:
[Bourbon plants his ladder, and The Bourbon ! Bourbon ! On boys! Rome begins to mount.
is ours ! Now, boys! On! on!
Casar. Good night, Lord Constable! (A shot strikes him, and Bourbon falls.
thou wert a man. Cæsar. And off!
(Cæsar follows Arnold; they reach the Arnold. Eternal powers!
battlement ; Arnold and Cæsar are The host will be appalled. — But vengeancel
struck down. vengeance!
A precious somerset! Is your Countship Bourbon. 'Tis nothing-lend me your injured? hand.
Arnold. No. [Remounts the ladder. (Bourbon takes Arnold by the hand Cæsar. A rare blood-hound, when his and rises; but as he puts his
own is heated ! foot on the step, falls again. And 'tis no boy's-play. Now he strikes them Arnold! I am sped.
down! Conceal my fall – all will go
well His hand is on the battlement-he grasps it conceal it!
As though it were an altar; now his foot Fling my cloak o'er what will be dust anon; Is on it, and - What have we here, a Roman? Let not the soldiers see it.
[1 man falls. Arnold. You must be
The first bird of the covey! he has fallin Removed; the aid of
On the outside of the nest. Why, how now, Bourbon. No, my gallant boy :
fellow ? Death is upon me.
But what is one life? The wounded Man. A drop of water! The Bourbon's spirit shall command them Casar. Blood's the only liquid still,
Nearer than Tiber. Keep them yet ignorant that I am but clay, Wounded Man. I have died for Rome. Till they are conquerors then do as you
Cæsar. And so did Bourbon, in another Cæsar. Would not your Highness choose to kiss the cross ?
Oh these immortal men! and their great We have no priest here, but the hilt of sword
motives ! May serve instead :-it did the same for But I must after my young charge. He is Bayard.
By this time i' the forum. Charge! charge! Bourbon. Thou bitter slave! to name (Cæsar mounts the ladder; the Scene him at this time!
closcs. But I deserve it. Arnold (to Cæsar). Villain, hold your SCENE II.— The City. Combats between peace!
the Besiegers and Besieged in the streets. Cæsar. What, when a Christian dies? Inhabitants flying in confusion.
Shall I not offer
Cæsar. I cannot find my heroz he is Those eyes are glazing, which o'erlook'd mixed the world,
With the heroic crowd that now pursue And saw no equal.
The fugitives, or battle with the desperate. Bourbon. Arnold, shouldst thou šee What have we here? A Cardinal or two France-But hark! hark! tho assault grows That do not seem in love with martyrdom. -Oh!
How the old red-shanks scamper! Could For but an hour, a minute more of life
they doff To die within the wall! Hence, Arnold! Their hose as they have doffed their hats, hence!
'twould be You lose time — they will conquer Rome A blessing, as a mark the less for plunder. without thee.
But let them fly, the crimson kennels now Arnold. And without thce!
Will not much stain their stockings, since Bourbon. Not so; I'll lead them still
Enter a party fighting - ARNOLD at the head Arnold. But I must not leave thee thas.
of the Besiegers. Bourbon. You inust - farewell -Up! up!
He comes, the world is winning. (Bourbon dies. Hand in hand with the mild twins-Gore Casar (lo Arnold). Come, Count, to
and Glory. business.
Holla! hold, Count!
Arnold. Away! they must not rally. Arnold. And my thirst increases - but Cæsar. I tell thee, be not rash; a golden I'll find a way to quench it. bridge
Cæsar. Or bo queneh'd thyself ? Is for a flying enemy. I gave thee
Arnold. The chance is even; we will A form of beauty, and an
throw Exemption from some maladies of body, The dice thereon. But I lose time in prating; But not of mind, which is not mine to give. Prithee be quick. But though I gave the form of Thetis son,
(Cæsar binds on the scarf. I dipt thee not in Styx; and 'gainst a foe
And what dost thou so idly? I would not warrant thy chivalric heart Why dost not strike? More than Pelides' heel; why then, be Cæsar. Your old philosophers cautious,
Beheld mankind, as inere spectators of And know thyself a mortal still.
The Olympic games. When I behold a prize Arnold. And who
Worth wrestling for, I may be found a Milo. With aught of soul would combat if he were Arnold. Aye, 'gainst an oak. Invulnerable? That were pretty sport.
Cæsar. A forest, when it suits me. Thinkst thou I beat for hares when lions I combat with a mass, or not at all. roar?
Meantime, pursue thy sport as I de mines (Arnold rushes into the combat. Which is just now to gaze, since all these Cæsar. A precious sample of humanity!
Arnold. Thou art still
Cæsar. And thou--a man.
Arnold. Why, such I fain wonld show mo. I promise quarter.
Cæsar. True-as men are. Roman. That's soon said.
Arnold. And what is that? Arnold. And done
Cæsar. Thou feelest and thou seest. My word is known.
(Exit Arnold, joining in the combat Roman. So shall be
which still continues between detach [They re-engage. Cæsar comes forward. ed parties. The Scene closes. Cæsar. Why, Arnold! Hold thino own; thou hast in band
SCENE III.-St. Peter'8. The Interior of
A Spanish Soldier. Down with them, Roman. I yet
comrades! seize upon those lamps ! May live to carve your betters.
Cleave yon bald-pated shaveling to the Cæsar. Well said, my man of marble !
His rosary's of gold! Thou hast some practice in both ways; Lutheran Soldier. Revenge! Revenge! and he
Plunder hereafter, but for vengeance now Who slays Cellini, will have work'd as hard Yonder stands Anti-Christ! As e'er thou didst upon Carrara's blocks. Cæsar (interposing). How now, Schio(Arnold disarms and wounds Cellini,
matic! brat slightly; the latter draws a What wouldst thou ? pistol and fires; then retires and Lutheran Soldier. lo the holy name of disappears through the portico.
Christ, Cæsar. How farest thou? Thou hast a Destroy proudAnti-Christ. I am a Christian. taste, methinks,
Cæsar. Yea, a disciple that would make Of red Bellona's banquet.
the Founder Arnold (staggers). Tis a scratch. Of your belief renounce it, conld he see Lend me thy scarf. Ho shall not 'scape Such proselytes. Best stint thyself to me thus.
plunder. Cæsar. Where is it?
Lutheran Soldier. I say he is the Devil. Arnold. In the shoulder,nnt the sword-arm, Cæsar. Hush! keep that secret, And that's enough. I am thirsty: would I Lest he should recognize you for his own. had
Lutheran Soldier. Why would you save A helm of water!
him? I repeat he is Cæsar. That's a liquid now
The Devil, or the Devil's Vicar upon Earth. In requisition, but by no means easiest Cæsar. And that's the reason; would To come at.
you make a quarrel
Widh your best friends! You had far best Casar. And that were shame! Go to ! be quiet;
Assist in their conversion. His hour is not yet come.
[The Soldiers disperse; many quit the Lutheran Soldier. That shall be seen!
Church, others enter.
a shot strikes him from one of the And others como: so flows the wave on wave
Deeming themselves the breakers of the Cæsar (to the Lutheran). I told you so.
ocean, Lutheran Soldier. And will you not While they are bat its bubbles, ignorant avenge me?
That foam is their foundation. So, another! Cæsar. Not I! You know that “Vengeance is the Lord's : "
Enter Olimpia, Nying from the pursuit-She You see he loves no interlopers.
springs upon the altar. Lutheran (dying). Oh!
Soldier. She's mine. Had I but slain him, I had gone on high, Another Soldier (opposing the former). Crowned with eternal glory! Heaven, You lie, I track'd her first; and, were she forgive
The Pope's niece, I'll not yield her. My feebleness of arm that reach'd him not,
[They fight. And take thy servant to thy mercy,
"Tis Third Soldier (advancing towardsOlimpia). A glorious trinmph still; proud Babylon's
You may settle
You touch me not alive.
(The Lutheran dies. Third Soldier. Alive or dead! Cæsar. Yes, thine own amidst the rest. Olimpia (embracing a massive crucifix). Well done, old Babel!
Respect your God !
perately, while the Pontiff escapes, Girl, you but grasp your dowry.
and sudden effort, casts down the Cæsar. Ha! right nobly battled !
crucifix; it strikes the Soldier, who Now, Priest! now, Soldier! the two great
Third Soldier. Oh, great God! Together by the ears and hearts! I have not Olimpia. Ah! now you recognize him. Seen a more comic pantomime since Titus Third Soldier. My brain's crushed! Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best Comrades, help ho! All's darkness! then;
[He dies. Now they must take their tur.
Other Soldiers (coming up). Slay her, Soldiers. He bath escaped! Follow !
although she had a thousand lives: Another Soldier. They have barred the She hath killed our comrade. narrow passage up,
Olimpia. Welcome such a death! And it is clogged with dead even to the door. You have no life to give, which tho worst Cæsar. I am glad he hath escaped: he
slave may thank me fort
Would take. Great God! through thy In part. I would not have his Balls abo redeeming Son, lished
And thy Son's Mother, now receive me as Twere worth one half our empire : his I would approach thee, worthy her, and Indulgences
him, and thee! Demand some in return;-no, no, he must not Fall;- and besides, his now escape may
Enter ARNOLD. furnish
Arnold. What do I see Accursed Jackalls! A future miracle, in future proof
Forbear! of his infallibility. [To the Spanish Soldiers. Cæsar (aside, and laughing). Ha! ha! Well, Cat-throats!
here's equity! The dogs What do you pause for? If you make not Have as much right as he. But to the issue! haste,
Soldiers. Count, she hath slain our There will not be a link of pious gold left.
comrade. And you too, Catholics! Would ye return Arnold. With what weapon 3 From such a pilgrimage without a relic ? Soldier. The cross, beneath which he is The very Lutherans have more true devotion: crushed; behold him See how they strip the shrines !
Lie there, more like a worm than man; Soldiers. By holy Peter!
she cast it He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear Upon his head. The best away.
Arnold. Even so; there is a woman