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Who slays Cellini, will have work'd as hard As e'er thou didst upon Carrara's blocks. [Arnold disarms and wounds Cellini, but slightly; the latter draws a pistol and fires; then retires and disappears through the portico. Cæsar. How farest thou? Thou hast a taste, methinks, Of red Bellona's banquet.
Arnold (staggers). Tis a scratch. Lend me thy scarf. He shall not 'scape me thus.
Cæsar. Where is it?
Arnold. In the shoulder,not the sword-arm, And that's enough. I am thirsty: would I
A helm of water!
Casar. That's a liquid now In requisition, but by no means easiest To come at.
My feebleness of arm that reach'd him not,
[The Guards defend themselves desperately, while the Pontiff escapes, by a private passage, to the Vatican and the Castle of St. Angelo. Cæsar. 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 Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best then;
Now they must take their turn.
Soldiers. He hath escaped! Follow! Another Soldier. They have barred the narrow passage up,
And it is clogged with dead even to the door. Cæsar. I am glad he hath escaped: he may thank me for't
In part. I would not have his Bulls abolished
Twere worth one half our empire: his Indulgences
Demand some in return ;—no, no, he must not Fall;-and besides, his now escape may furnish
A future miracle, in future proof
What do you pause for? If you make not
There will not be a link of pious gold left. And you too, Catholics! Would ye return From such a pilgrimage without a relic?
very Lutherans have more true devotion: See how they strip the shrines!
Soldiers. By holy Peter!
Cæsar. And that were shame! Go to! Assist in their conversion.
[The Soldiers disperse; many quit the Church, others enter. Cæsar. They are gone,
And others come: so flows the wave on wave Of what these creatures call eternity, Deeming themselves the breakers of the
While they are but its bubbles, ignorant That foam is their foundation. So, another! Enter Olimpia, flying from the pursuit-She springs upon the altar.
Soldier. She's mine.
Another Soldier (opposing the former).
Your claims; I'll make mine good.
You touch me not alive.
Third Soldier. Alive or dead!
Third Soldier. 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.
Third Soldier. Oh, great God! Olimpia. Ah! now you recognize him. Third Soldier. My brain's crushed! Comrades, help ho! All's darkness!
[He dies. Other Soldiers (coming up). Slay her, although she had a thousand lives: She hath killed our comrade.
Olimpia. Welcome such a death! You have no life to give, which the worst
Would take. Great God! through thy redeeming Son,
And thy Son's Mother, now receive me as I would approach thee, worthy her, and him, and thee!
Arnold. What do I see? Accursed Jackalls! Forbear!
Cæsar (aside, and laughing). Ha! ha! here's equity! The dogs Have as much right as he. But to the issue! Soldiers. Count, she hath slain our comrade.
Arnold. With what weapon?
Soldier. The cross, beneath which he is crushed; behold him
Lie there, more like a worm than man; she cast it
He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear Upon his head. The best away.
Arnold. Even so; there is a woman
Your ranks more than the enemy. Away! Ye Jackalls! gnaw the bones the lion leaves, But not even these till he permits.
A Soldier (murmuring). The Lion Might conquer for himself then.
Arnold (cuts him down). Mutineer! Rebel in Hell—you shall obey on earth! [The Soldiers assault Arnold. 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 as shy to scale, Until I waved my banners from its height, As you are bold within it.
[Arnold mows down the foremost; the rest throw down their arms. Soldiers. Mercy! mercy! Arnold. 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— The conquest which you led to.
Arnold. Get you hence!
Hence to your quarters! you will find them
In the Colonna-palace.
Olimpia (aside). In my father's house! Arnold (to the Soldiers). Leave your
arms; ye have no further need Of such the City's rendered. And mark well You keep your hands clean, or I'll find out a stream,
As red as Tiber now runs, for your baptism. Soldiers (deposing their arms and departing). We obey!
Arnold (to Olimpia). Lady! you are safe. Olimpia. I should be so,
Had I a knife even; but it matters not— Death hath a thousand gates; and on the marble,
Even at the altar-foot, whence I look down
Upon destruction, shall my head be dash'd, Ere thou ascend it. God forgive thee, man! Arnold. I wish to merit his forgiveness, and
Thine own, although I have not injured thee.
Olimpia. No! Thou hast only sacked my native land,
No injury and made my father's house A den of thieves-No injury!- this templeSlippery with Roman and holy gore.
but that shall never be! [She raises her eyes to Heaven, folds her robe round her, and prepares to dash herself down on the side of the Altar opposite to that where Arnold stands.
Arnold. Hold! hold! I swear.
Olimpia. Spare thine already forfeit soul A perjury for which even Hell would loathe
I know thee.
Arnold. No,thou know'st me not; I am not Of these men, though—
Olimpia. I judge thee by thy mates; It is for God to judge thee as thou art. I see thee purple with the blood of Rome; Take mine, 'tis all thou e'er shalt have of me! And here, upon the marble of this temple, Where the baptismal font baptised me God's, I offer him a blood less holy But not less pure (pure as it left me then, A redeemed infant) than the holy water The Saints have sanctified!
[Olimpia waves her hand to Arnold with disdain, and dashes herself on the pavement from the Altar.
Arnold. Eternal God!
I feel thee now! Help! Help! She's gone. Cæsar (approaches). I am here. Arnold. Thou! but oh, save her! Cæsar (assisting him to raise Olimpia). She hath done it well;
The leap was serious.
Arnold. Oh! she is lifeless!
She be so, I have nonght to do with that:
Cæsar. Aye, slave or master, 'tis all
Good words, however, are as well at times.
[He brings some in his helmet from the font.
Alive or dead, thou essence of all beauty,
Cæsar. Even so Achilles loved
Faint flutter life disputes with death.
Arnold. Thou sayst it? Then 'tis truth.
The Devil speaks truth much oftener than
| He hath an ignorant audience.
Arnold (without attending to him). Yes! her heart beats.
Alas! that the first beat of the only heart
To an assassin's pulse.
Cæsar. A sage reflexion,
Arnold. Now onward, onward! Gently! [Exeunt, bearing Olimpia.-The Scene closes.
But somewhat late i' the day. Where shall SCENE 1.—A Castle in the Apennines, sur
we bear her!
Caesar. Bah! bah! You are so,
And do not know it. She will come to life-
Convey her unto the Colonna-palaco,
Cæsar. Come then! raise her up.
Casar. As softly as they bear the dead, Perhaps because they cannot feel the jolting. Arnold. But doth she live indeed? Casar. Nay, never fear!
But if you rue it after, blame not me.
Casar. The spirit of her life
Is yet within her breast, and may revive. Count! Count! I am your servant in all things,
And this is a new office:-'tis not oft
Now I desert not mine. Soft! bear her hence,
Cæsar. I. But fear not. I'll not be your rival.
Cæsar. I could be one right formidable; But since I slew the seven husbands of Tobia's future bride (and after all 'Twas sucked out by some incense) I have laid
rounded by a wild but smiling country. Chorus of Peasants singing before the Gates.
The wars are over,
The spring is come;
Have sought their home:
They are happy, we rejoice;
Let their hearts have an echo in every voice!
The spring is come; the violet's gone,
And she lifts up her dewy eye of blue
And when the spring comes with her host
Pluck the others, but still remember
Casar (singing). The wars are all over, Our swords are all idle,
The steed bites the bridle, The casque's on the wall.
There's rest for the rover;
But his armour is rusty, And the veteran grows crusty, As he yawns in the hall. Aside intrigue: 'tis rarely worth the trouble He drinks-but what's drinking? Of gaining, or—what is more difficult-A mere pause from thinking! Getting rid of your prize again; for there's No bugle awakes him with life-and-death
The rub! at least to mortals.
Cæsar. Like stars, no doubt; for that's a metaphor
For Lucifer and Venus.
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.
Cæsar. Oh! Shadow of glory!
In the pride of his might,
For a spear, 'gainst the Mammoth,
LONG years! It tries the thrilling frame
At the foaming Behemoth,
As towers in our time,
But the wars are over,
The spring is come;
THE LAMENT OF TASSO.
That through this sufferance I might be
Have sought their home;
Let their hearts have an echo from every
[Exeunt the Peasantry, singing.
But this is o'er my pleasant task is done. My long-sustaining friend of many years! If I do blot thy final page with tears, Know that my sorrows have wrung from
But thou,my young creation! my soul's child! Which ever playing round me came and smiled,
And woo'd me from myself with thy sweet
Thou too art gone-and so is my delight:
But let them go, or torture as they will,
wear, But must be borne. I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon-wall, And freed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall; And revell'd among men and things divine, | My heart can multiply thine image still; And pour'd my spirit over Palestine, Successful love may sate itself away, In honour of the sacred war for him, The wretched are the faithful; 'tis their fate The God who was on earth and is in heaven, To have all feeling save the one decay, For he hath strengthen'd me in heart and And every passion into one dilate, limb. As rapid rivers into ocean pour; But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.
Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry Of minds and bodies in captivity.