Hearken to the steady stamp! On they march, though to self-slaughter, Whose high waves o'ersweep the border 3. Look upon the bristling wall, 4. Near-and near-and nearer still, Then with stronger shock and louder, Will you sleep when nations' quarrels 5. Onward sweep the varied nations! Match'd with Bourbon's black banditti ! Rouse thee, thou eternal city; 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 Até's! 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 Carthage. He had better have granted it a capitulation. We have no priest here, but the hilt of sword [time! Arn. (to CÆSAR). Villain, hold your peace! Cas. What, when a Christian dies? Shall I not offer A Christian "Vade in pace?" Arn. Silence! Oh! Those eyes are glazing which o'erlook'd the world, And saw no equal. Bourb. France Arnold, should'st thou see But hark! hark! the assault grows warmer- -Oh! [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 guari 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.] ["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. Arn. 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. [CAESAR follows ARNOLD; they reach the battlement; ARNOLD and CAESAR are struck down. Ces. A precious somerset ! injured? Arn. No. Is your countship [Remounts the ladder. Cas. A rare blood-hound, when his own is heated! The first bird of the covey! he has fallen Nearer than Tiber. Blood's the only liquid Cas. 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 inark 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 asSeeing that sault, which was repelled with equal violence. 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.] X 4 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, SCENE III The Pope St. Peter's The Interior of the Churchat the Altar 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! Plunder hereafter, but for vengeance now — Cas. (interposing). What would'st thou ? Luth. Sold. In the holy name of Christ, Destroy proud Anti-Christ. I am a Christian. Luth. Sold. Why would you save him? I repeat he is The devil, or the devil's vicar upon earth. Cæs. 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. i. p. 120. This, however, is one of the many stories in Cellini's amusing autobiography which nobody seems ever to have believed.] [To the Spanish Soldiery. What do you pause for? If you make not haste, Soldiers. By holy Peter He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear The best away. And that were shame! Go to! Assist in their conversion. 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. Accursed jackals! Arn. What do I see? Cæs. (aside and laughing). Ha! ha! here's equity! Have as much right as he. Sold. The cross, beneath behold him But to the issue! slain our comrade. With what weapon? which he is crush'd; Lie there, more like a worm than man; she cast it Arn. Even so; there is a woman Ye would have honour'd her. But get ye hence, [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 carth! [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.] Olimp. (aside). House ! Get you hence ! Cæs. In Rome. Arn. In my father's [no further need Arn. (to the soldiers). Leave your arms; ye have Of such the city's render'd. And mark well You keep your hands clean, or I'll find out a stream As red as Tiber now runs, for your baptism. [obey! Soldiers (deposing their arms and departing). We Arn. (to OLIMPIA). Lady, you are safe. Olimp. 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! Arn. I wish to merit his forgiveness, and Thine own, although I have not injured thee. Olimp. No! Thou hast only sack'd my native land, No, thou know'st me not; I am not Of these men, though Olimp. I judge thee by thy mates; But not less pure (pure as it left me then, [OLIMPIA waves her hand to ARNOLD with dis- Arn. the Altar. Eternal God! There is no cleaner now How pale! how beautiful! how lifeless! But somewhat late i' the day. Where shall we bear I say she lives. Arn. Cas. And will she live? As much As dust can. Then she is dead! Arn. Cæs. Bah bah! You are so, Convey her unto the Colonna palace, Cæs. Come then! raise her up! We will As softly as they bear the dead, Perhaps because they cannot feel the jolting. Arn. But doth she live indeed ? Cæs. Nay, never fear! Is yet within her breast, and may revive. I am employ'd in such; but you perceive I am almost enamour'd of her, as Of old the angels of her earliest sex. Cæs. I! But fear not. I'll not be your rival. Cæs. I could be one right formidable; But since I slew the seven husbands of |