Slight crooked friend's as snake-like in his words As his deeds. Cas. In speech as sharp in action—and that's more. Cas. They are but bad company, your highness: And worse even for their friends than foes, as being More permanent acquaintance. If the earth's princes ask'd no more. Bourb. Be silent! Cas. Ay, but not idle. Work yourself with words! You have few to speak. Phil. Retain'd her sway o'er nations, and the Cæsars, What would you make of Rome ? Cas. In Alaric's time? Well! That which it was. No, slave in the first Cæsar's, On the eve of battle, no; That were not soldier-like. 'Tis for the general To be more pensive: we adventurers Takes care of us. Keep thought aloof from hosts! You may sneer, since 'Tis lucky for you that you fight no worse for 't. Cæs. I thank you for the freedom; 'tis the only Pay I have taken in your highness' service. Bourb. Well, sir, to-morrow you shall pay yourself. Look on those towers; they hold my treasury: But, Philibert, we'll in to council. Arnold, We would request your presence. Arn. Is yours, as in the field. Bourb. Prince my service In both we prize it, To follow glory with the Bourbon. And yours will be a post of trust at daybreak. Good night! Arn. (to CÆSAR). Prepare our armour for the assault, And wait within my tent. [Exeunt BOURBON, ARNOLD, PHILIBERT, &c. Within thy tent! Cæs. (solus). Think'st thou that I pass from thee with my presence? What means the audacious prater? Thy principle of life, is aught to me Except a mask? And these are men, forsooth! Heroes and chiefs, the flower of Adam's bastards! This is the consequence of giving matter The power of thought. It is a stubborn substance, And thinks chaotically, as it acts, Ever relapsing into its first elements. Well! I must play with these poor puppets: 'tis [Exit CESAR PART II. SCENE I. Before the Walls of Rome. The assault: the army in motion, with ladders to scale the walls; BOURBON, with a white scarf over his armour, foremost. Chorus of Spirits in the air. 1. 'Tis the morn, but dim and dark. Round which yellow Tiber dashes. 2. Hearken to the steady stamp ! As the tides obey the moon ! On they march, though to self-slaughter, Whose high waves o'ersweep the border Will you sleep when nations' quarrels 5. Onward sweep the varied nations! 6. Ah! behold yon bleeding spectre ! See the giant shadow stride 7. Now they reach thee in their anger: 8. Yet once more, ye old Penates! Let not your quench'd hearths be Ate's! Yet again, ye shadowy heroes, Yield not to these stranger Neros! Though the son who slew his mother Shed Rome's blood, he was your brother: 1 Scipio, the second Africanus, is said to have repeated a verse of Homer, and wept over the burning of Carthag He had better have granted it a capitulation. 1 [Finding himself mortally wounded, Bayard ordered one of his attendants to place him under a tree with his face towards the enemy: then, fixing his eyes on the guard of his sword, which he held up instead of a cross, he addressed his prayers to God, and in this posture he calmly waited the approach of death."- ROBERTSON, Charles V. 2["On the 1st of May, 1527, the Constable and his army came in sight of Rome, and the next morning commenced To die within the wall! Hence, Arnold, hence! You lose time-they will conquer Rome without thee. Arn. And without thee! Bourb. Not so; I'll lead them still In spirit. Cover up my dust, and breathe not That I have ceased to breathe. Away! and be Victorious! Arn. But I must not leave thee thus. Bourb. You must-farewell-Up! up! the world is winning. [BOURBON dies. 2 Cas. (to ARNOLD). Come, count, to business. True. I'll weep hereafter. [ARNOLD Covers BOURBON's body with a mantle, and mounts the ladder, crying The Bourbon! Bourbon! On, boys! Rome is ours! Cas. Good night, lord constable! thou wert a man. [CESAR follows ARNOLD; they reach the battlement; ARNOLD and CESAR are struck down. Cæs. A precious somerset ! injured? Arn. No. Is your countship [Remounts the ladder. Cas. A rare blood-hound, when his own is heated! And 't is no boy's play. Now he strikes them down! His hand is on the battlement- he grasps it As though it were an altar; now his foot Is on it, and What have we here?-a Roman ? The first bird of the covey! he has fallen Cæs. Nearer than Tiber. Blood's the only liquid [Dies. Wounded Man. I have died for Rome. Cæs. And so did Bourbon, in another sense. Oh these immortal men! and their great motives! But I must after my young charge. By this time i' the forum. Charge charge! [CÆSAR mounts the ladder; the scene closes. SCENE II. He is The City. Combats between the Besiegers and Besieged in the streets. Inhabitants flying in confusion. Enter CESAR. Cæs. I cannot find my hero; he is mix'd With the heroic crowd that now pursue The fugitives, or battle with the desperate. What have we here? A cardinal or two That do not seem in love with martyrdom. How the old red-shanks scamper! Could they doff Their hose as they have doff'd their hats, 't would be A blessing, as a mark the less for plunder. But let them fly; the crimson kennels now Will not much stain their stockings, since the mire Is of the self-same purple hue. the attack. Bourbon wore a white vest over his armour, in order, he said, to be more conspicuous both to his friends and foes. He led on to the walls, and commenced a furious assault, which was repelled with equal violence. Seeing that his army began to waver, he seized a scaling ladder from a soldier standing, and was in the act of ascending, when he was pierced by a musket-ball, and fell. Feeling that his wound was mortal, he desired that his body might be concealed from his soldiers, and instantly expired."- ROBERTSON.] Then he hath carved his monument. May live to carve your betters'. Cæs. Well said, my man of marble! Benvenuto, Thou hast some practice in both ways; and he Who slays Cellini will have work'd as hard As e'er thou did'st upon Carrara's blocks. 1 [ARNOLD disarms and wounds CELLINI, but slightly; the latter draws a pistol, and fires; then retires, and disappears through the portico. Cas. How farest thou? Thou hast a taste, methinks, St. Peter's at the Altar SCENE JIL The Interior of the Church- The Pope Priests, &c. crowding in confusion, and Citizens flying for refuge, pursued by Soldiery. Enter CESAR. A Spanish Soldier. Down with them, comrades! seize upon those lamps ! Cleave yon bald-pated shaveling to the chine! Lutheran Soldier. Revenge! revenge! Luth. Sold. In the holy name of Christ, Destroy proud Anti-Christ. I am a Christian. Caes. Yea, a disciple that would make the founder Of your belief renounce it, could he see Such proselytes. Best stint thyself to plunder. Luth. Sold. I say he is the devil. Cæs. Hush! keep that secret, Lest he should recognize 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 perceived that there was an extraordinary confusion among the assailants, occasioned by our having shot the Duke of Bourbon: he was, as I understood afterwards, that chief personage whom I saw raised above the rest."-- Vol. 1. p This, however, is one of the many stories in Ceilus amusing autobiography which nobody seems ever to have believed.] What do you pause for? If you make not haste, There will not be a link of pious gold left. Soldiers. By holy Peter Cas. And that were shame! Go to! Assist in their conversion. 3d Sold. Oh, great God ! Olimp. Ah! now you recognize him. 3d Sold. My brain's crush'd! Comrades, help, ho! All's darkness! [He dies. Other Soldiers (coming up). Slay her, although she had a thousand lives: She hath kill'd our comrade. Olimp. Welcome such a death! You have no life to give, which the worst slave 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! Enter ARNOLD. Arn. What do I see? Accursed jackals! Cæs. (aside and laughing). Ha! ha! here's equity! Have as much right as he. But to the issue! slain our comrade. With what weapon? Sold. The cross, beneath which he is crush'd; behold him Lie there, more like a worm than man; she cast it Arn. Even so; there is a woman Worthy a brave man's liking. Were ye such, [The Soldiers disperse; many quit the Church, Might conquer for himself then. Arn. (cuts him down). The lion Mutineer! Rebel in hell-you shall obey on earth! [The Soldiers assault ARNOLD. Arn. Come on! I'm glad on't! I will show you, slaves, How you should be commanded, and who led you of Rome. For this picture of horrors, see especially the "Sackage of Rome," by Jacopo Buonaparte, gentiluomo Samminiatese, che vi se trovò presente," and "Life of Cellini," vol. i. p. 124.] |