A famous artisan, a cunning sculptor; Also a dealer in the sword and dagger. Not so, my musqueteer; 'twas he who slew Luth. Sold, I say he is the Devil. Cas. Hush! keep that secret, Lest he should recognise you for his own. Luth. Sold. Why would you save him? I repeat he is The Devil, or the Devil's vicar upon earth. Cas. And that 's the reason: would you make a quarrel With your best friends? You had far best be quiet; His hour is not yet come. Luth. Sold. That shall be seen! [The Lutheran Soldier rushes forward: a shot strikes him from one of the Pope's Guards, and he falls at the foot of the Altar. Cæs. (to the Lutheran). I told you so. Luth. Sold. And will you not avenge me? Cas. Not I! You know that "Ven- You see he loves no interlopers. Oh! 20 Had I but slain, him, I had gone on high, Crowned with eternal glory! Heaven, forgive My feebleness of arm that reached him not, And take thy servant to thy mercy. 'Tis A glorious triumph still; proud Baby lon's Seen a more comic pantomine since Titus Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best then; Now they must take their turn. Follow! Another Sold. They have barred the narrow passage up, And it is clogged with dead even to the door. Cæs. 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 Of what these creatures call Eternity, Deeming themselves the breakers of the Ocean, While they are but its bubbles, ignorant That foam is their foundation. So, another! 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! 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 The conquest which you led to. In the Colonna palace. Olimp. (aside). In my father's 100 House! 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 baptized me God's, I offer him a blood less holy But not less pure (pure as it left me then, A redeeméd 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. Eternal God! Arn. 131 I feel thee now! Help! help! she's ["It came to pass the same day, that in Ecbatane a city of Media, Sara the daughter of Raguel was also reproached by her father's maids; because that she had been married to seven husbands, whom Asmodeus the evil spirit had killed before they had lain with her. And as he went, he remembered the words of Raphael, and took the ashes of the perfumes, and put the heart and the liver of the fish thereupon and made smoke therewith. The which smell when the evil spirit had smelled, he fled into the utmost parts of Egypt." —Tobit iii. 7,8; viii. 2, 3-] |