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Yield thee, slave! SCENE III. St. Peter's. The Interior of the I promise quarter.
Church; the Pope at the Altar; Priests, &c., Rom. That's soon said.
crowding in confusion, and Citizens flying for At.
. And done
refuge, pursued by Soldiery My word is known.
A Spanish Soldier. Down with them, comrades !
Lutheran Soldier. Revenge! revenge ! Not so, my musqueteer; 'twas he who slew
Plunder hereafter, but for vengeance nowThe Bourbon from the wall.
Yonder stands Anti-Christ! Aru.
Ay, did he so.
Cas. (interposing) How now, schismatic? Then he hath carved his monument.
What wouldst thou ?
In the holy name of Christ, May live to carve your better's.
Destroy proud Anti-Christ. I am a Christiar. Cæs. Well said, my man of inarble ! Benvenuto,
Cæs. Yes, a disciple that would make the founder Thou hast some practice in both ways; and he of your belief renounce it, could he see Who slays Cellini will have work'd as hard
Such proselytes. Best stint thyself to plunder. As e'er thou didst upon Carrara's blocks.
Luth. Sold. I say he is the devil (Arnold disarms and wounds Cellini, but slightly;| Cas.
Hush! keep that secret, the latter draws a pistol, and fires; then Lest he should recognise you for his own.
retires, and disappears through the portico. Luth, Sold. Why would you save him! I repeat Ces. How farest thou? Thou hast a taste, me- The devil, or the devil's vicar upon earth. (he is thinks,
Cæs. And that's the reason : would you make a Of red Bellona's banquet.
quarrel Arn. (staggers. ] 'Tis a scratch.
With your best friends? You had far best be quiet ; Lend me thy scarf. He shall not 'scape me thus. His bour is not yet come. Cæs. Where is it?
That shall be seen! Arn. In the shoulder, not the sword arm (The Lutheran Soldier rushes forward: a shot And that's enough. I ain thirsty: would I had
strikes him from one of the Pope's Guards, A helm of water!
and he falls at the foot of the Allar. Cas. That's a liquid now
Cæs. (to the Lutheran.) I told you so. In requisition, but by no means easiest
Luth. Sold. And will you not avenge me? To come at.
Cæs. Not I! You know that “Vengeance is the Arn. And my thirst increases ;-but
You see he loves no interlopers.
Had I but slain him, I had gone on high, Arn. The chance is even; we will throw
Crown'd with eternal glory! Heaven, forgive The dice thereon. But I lose time in prating; My feebleness of arm that reach'd hiin not, Prithee be quick (Cæsar binds on the scarf. And take thy servant to thy mercy. 'Tis
And what dost thou so idly? A glorious triumph still; proud Babylon's
No more; the Harlot of the Seven Hills
Hath changed her scarlet raiment for sackcloth Beheld mankind, as mere spectators of
(The Lutheran dies. The Olympic games. When I behold a prize
Ces Yes, thine own amidst the rest. Worth wrestling for, I inay be found a Milo.
Well done, old Babel! Arn. Ay, 'gainst an oak.
(The Guards defend themselves desperately, while Cæs.
A forest, when it suits me: the Pontiff escapes, by a private passage, to I combat with a mass, or not at all.
the Vatican and the Castle of St. Angelo. Meantime, pursue thy sport as I do mine;
Ha! right nobly battled ! Which is just now to gaze, since all these labourers Now, priest I now, soldier! the two great professions, Will reap my harvest gratis.
Together by the ears and hearts! I have not Arn.
Thou art still
Seen a more comic pantomime since Titus A fiendi
Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best then; Cas. And thou-a man.
Now they must take their turn. Arn. Why, such I fain would show me.
He hath escaped ! Cas. True-as men are. Follow !
(sage up, Arn. And what is that?
Another Sold. They have barr'd the narrow pasCas.
Thou feelest and thou see'st. And it is clogg'd with dead even to the door. (Exit Arnold, joining in the combat, which still Cæs. I am glad he hath escaped : he may thank
continues between detached parties. The me for't
In part. I would not have his bulls abolish'd
'Twere worth one half our empire: his indulgences Sold. The cross, beneath which he is crusad; le Demand some in return, no, no, he must not
hold him Fall;-and, besides, his now escape may furnish Lie there, more like a worm than man ; she cast it A future miracle, in future proof
Upon his head.
Even so; there is a woman
Worthy a brave man's liking. Were ye such, What do you pause for? If you make not haste, Ye would have honour'd her. But get ye hence, There will not be a link of pious gold left.
And thank your meanness, other God you have none And you, too, catholics! Would ye return
For your existence. Had you touch'd a hair From such a pilgrimage without a relic?
Of those dishevell'd locks, I would have thinnd The very Lutherans have more truc devotion : Your ranks more than the enemy. Away! See how they strip the shrines !
Ye jackals! gnaw the bones the lion leaves, Soldiers.
By holy Peter! But not even these till he permits. He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear
A Sold. (murmuring.) The lion The best away.
Might conquer for himself then. Cas.
And that were shame! Go to! Arn. (cuts him down.) Mutineer! Assist in their conversion. (The Soldiers disperse ; Rebel in hell-you shall obey on earth! inary quit the Church, others enter.
(The Soldiers assault Arnold. Ces. They are gone,
Arn. Come on! I'm glad on't! I will show you. And others come: so flows the wave on wave
slaves, Of what these creatures call eternity,
How you should be commanded, and who led you Deeming themselves the breakers of the ocean, First o'er the wall you were so shy to scale, While they are but its bubbles, ignorant
Until I waved my banners from its height, That foam is their foundation. So another !
As you are bold within it. Enter Olimpia, flying from the pursuit-She springs! (Arnold more's down the foremost; the rest upon the Altar.
throw dorun their arms, Sold. She's mine!
Mercy! mercy: Another Sold. (opposing the former. You lie, I Arn. Then learn to grant it. Have I taught you track'd her first : and were she
Led you o'er Rome's eternal battlenients? (reho The Pope's niece. I'll not yield her. (They fight. Soldiers. We saw it, and we know it; ye: forgive 3d Sold, (advancing towards Olimpia.) You may .A moment's error in the heat of conquestsettle
The conquest which you led to Your claims ; I'll make mine good.
Get you hence! Olimp.
Infernal slave ! Hence to your quarters! you will find them fixed You touch me not alive.
In the Colonna palace. 30 Sold. Alive or dead!
Olimp. [aside.) In iny father's Olimp. [embracing a massive crucifix.] Respect House !
(no further need your God!
Arn. [to the soldiers.] Leave your arms; ye lave 3d Sold.
Yes, when he shines in gola. Of such ; the city's render'd. And mark well Girl, you but grasp your dowry.
You keep your hands clean, or I'll find out a stream [As he advances, Olimpia, with a strong and As red as Tiber now runs, for your baptism.
sudden cffort, casts down the crucifix; it Soldiers. (deposing thcir arms and departing. I strikes the Soldier, who falls.
We obey ! 3d Sold.
Oh, great God ! Arn. (to Olimpia.] Lady, you are safe. Olimp. Ah! now you recognise him.
I should be so 3d Sold
My brain is crush'd! Had I a knife even; but it matters notComrades, help, hol All's clarkness! (He dies. Death hath a thousand gates; and on the marble, Other Soldiers (coming upl. Slay her, although Even at the altar foot, whence I look down she had a thousand lives :
Upon destruction, shall my head be dash'd, She hath kill'd our comrade.
Ere thou ascend it. God forgive thee, man! Olimp.
Welcome such a death! Arn. I wish to merit His forgiveness, and
Slippery with Roman and holy gore !
No injury! And thou wouldst preserve me, drn. What do I see? Accursed jackals !
To be----but that shall never be! Forbear!
(She raises her eyes to heaven, fold's her make Cas. (aside and laughing. | Ha! ha! here's equity!! round her, and prepares to dash herself domen The dogs
on the side of the Altar opposite to that there Have as much right as he. But to the issue !
Arnold stands. Soldiers. Count, she hath slain our comrade.
Hold : hold! Arn.
With what weapon? I swear
0.7 . Spare thine already forfeit soul
And do not know it. She will cumle to lifeA perjury for which even hell would loathe thee. Such as you think so, such as you now are ; I know thee.
But we must work by huinan means. Arn. No, thou know'st me not; I am not Arn.
We will Of these men, though--
Convey her unto the Colonna palace, Olimp.
i julge thee by th; mates? Where I have pitch'd my banner. It is for God to judge thee as thou art.
Come then! raise her up! I see thee purple with the blood of Rome;
Arn, Softly! Take inine, 'tis all thou e'er shalt lave of me,
As softly as they bear the dead, And here, upon the marble of this temple,
Perhaps because they cannot feel the jolting. Where the baptismal font baptised mc God's,
Arn. But doth she live indeed? I offer him a blood less holy
Nay, never fear! But not less pure (pure as it left me then,
But, if you rue it after, blaine not ine. A redeem'd infant) than the holy water
Arn. Let hier but live! The saints have sanctified!
The spirit of lier life (Olimpia waves her hand to Arnold with disdain, | Is yet within her breast, and may revive. and dashes herself on the pavement from the Count ! count ! I ain your servant in all things, Allar.
And this is a new office: --'tis not oft Arul.
I am enploy'd in such; but you perceive I feel thee now! Help! help! She's gone.
How stanch a friend is what you call a fiend. Cæs. (approaches.)
I am here. On earth you have often only fiends for friends; Arn. Thou ! but oh, save her!
Now I desert not mine. Soft! bear her hence, Cæs. (assisting him to rit152 Olimpia.] She hath The beautiful half-clay, and nearly spirit ! done it well!
I am almost enamour'd of her, as
Of old the angels of her earliest sex.
Arn. Thou !
Cas. 1! But fear not. I'll not be your rival. She be so, I have nought to do with that:
Arn. Rival! The resurrection is beyond me.
I could be one right formidable; Art.
But since I slew the seven husbands of Cas. Ay, slave or master, 'tis all one: methinks Tobias' future bride (and after all Good words, however, are as well at times.
Was suck'd out by some incense), I have laid Arn. Words! canst thou aid her ?
Aside intriguc: 'tis rarely worth the trouble Ces.
I will try. A sprinkling Orgaining, or-what is more difficult of that same holy water may be useful.
Getting rid of your prize again; for there's [He brings some in his helmet from the font. The rubl at least to mortals. Arn. 'Tis mix'd with blood.
Prithee, peace! Cas.
There is no cleaner 110w Softiy! methinks her lips move, her eyes open! In Rome.
Cæs. Like stars, no doubt ; for that's a metaphor Arn. How pale ! how beautiful! how lifeless! For Lucifer and Venus. Alive or dead, thou essence of all beauty,
To the palace
Colonna, as I told you !
On! I know Penthesilea: with his form it seems
My way through Rome. You have his heart, and yet it was no soft one.
Now onward, onward! Gently! Aru. She breathes ! But no, 'twas nothing, or the
(Exeunt, bearing Olimpia. The scene closes. Faint flutter life disputes with death.
She breathes. Arn, Thou say'st it? Then 'tis truth.
PART III. You do me right- SCENEI.- A Castle in the Apennines, surrounded The devilspeaks truth much oftener than he's decm'd: by a wild but smiling Country. Chorus PeaHe hath an ignorant audience.
sants singing before the gates. Aru. (without atiending to him.) Yes! her lieart!
The wars are over,
The spring is comc;
The bride and her lover I say she lives.
Have sought their home : Arn. And will she live?
They are happy, we rejoice; Cas.
Let their hearts have an echo in every voice!
The spring is conne; tire violet's gone,
The first-born chill of the early sin:
With us she is but a winter's flower,
On the wrist of the noble The snow on the hills cannot blast her bower,
· She sits like a crest, And she lifts up her dewy eye of blue
And the air is in trouble
With birds froin their nest.
Cæs. Oh! shadow of glory!
Dim image of war ! of flowers, that flower beloved the most
But the chase hath no story, Shrinks from the crowd that may confuse
Her hero no star,
Since Nimrod, the founder
Of empire and chase,
Who made the woods wonder Their herald out of dim December-
And quake for their race. The morning star of all the flowers,
When the lion was young, The pledge of daylight's lengthen'd hours,
In the pride of his might, Nor, midst the roses, e'er forget
Then 'twas sport for the strong
To embrace him in fight;
To go forth, with a pine
For å spear, 'gainst the Mammoth,
Or strike through the ravine
At the foaming Behemoth;
While man was in stature
As towers in our time,
The first-born of Nature,
And, like her, sublime ?
But the wars are over,
The spring is come;
The bride and her lover
Have sought their home;
They are happy, and we rejoice;
Let their hearts have an echo from every voice!
(Exeunt the Peasamry, singing To spring from her hood:
CANTO THE FIRST.
I WANT a hero : an uncoinmon want,
The age discovers he is not the true one ;
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan:
Followers of fame nine farrow' of that sow:
Petion, Clootz, Danton, Marat, La Fayette,
And there were others, scarce forgotten yet,
And still should be so, but the tide is turn'd:
'Tis with our hero quietly in:rndl; Because the army's grown more popular,
At which the naval people are concern'd: Besides, the prince is all for the land service, Forgetting Duncan, Nelson, Howe, and Jervis.
v Brave men were living before Agamemnon,
And since, exceeding valorous and sage, A good deal like him too, though quite the same
But can't find any in the present age
(Horace inakes this the heroic turnpike road), And then your hero tells, whene'er you please,
What went before-by way of episode, While seated after dinner at his ease,
Beside his mistress in some soft abode.
My way is to begin with the beginning;
Forbids all wandering as the worst of sinning, And therefore I shall open with a line
(Although it cost me half an liour in spinning) Narrating somewhat of Don Juan's father, And also of his mother, if you'd rather,
Fainous for oranges and women : le
So says the proverb-and I quite agree; Of all the Spanish towns is none more pretty,
Cadiz, perhaps--but that you soon may see.
A true Hidalgo, free from every stain
Through the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain; A better cavalier ne'er mounted horse,
Or, being inounted, c'er got down again,
His mother was a .earned lady, famed
For every branch of every science known
With virtues equalld by her wit alonc.
And even the good with inward envy groan,
All Calderon and greater part of Lope,
- Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona,' etc.-HORACE.