Thou hast a taste, methinks,
Of red Bellona's banquet.

_Arn._ (_staggers_). 'Tis a scratch.
Lend me thy scarf. He shall not 'scape me thus.

_Caes._ Where is it?

_Arn._ In the shoulder, not the sword arm--
And that's enough. I am thirsty: would I had
A helm of water!

_Caes._ That's a liquid now
In requisition, but by no means easiest
To come at.

_Arn._ And my thirst increases;--but 50
I'll find a way to quench it.

_Caes._ Or be quenched
Thyself.

_Arn._ The chance is even; we will throw
The dice thereon. But I lose time in prating;
Prithee be quick. [CAESAR _binds on the scarf_.
And what dost thou so idly?
Why dost not strike?

_Caes._ Your old philosophers
Beheld mankind, as mere spectators of
The Olympic games. When I behold a prize
Worth wrestling for, I may be found a Milo.[246]

_Arn._ Aye, 'gainst an oak.

_Caes._ A forest, when it suits me:
I combat with a mass, or not at all. 60
Meantime, pursue thy sport as I do mine;
Which is just now to gaze, since all these labourers
Will reap my harvest gratis.

_Arn._ Thou art still
A fiend!

_Caes._ And thou--a man.

_Arn._ Why, such I fain would show me.[dr]

_Caes._ True--as men are.

_Arn._ And what is that?

_Caes._ Thou feelest and thou see'st.

[_Exit_ ARNOLD, _joining in the combat which still
continues between detached parties. The
scene closes_.

SCENE III.--_St. Peter's--The interior of the Church--The Pope
at the Altar--Priests, etc., crowding in confusion, and
Citizens flying for refuge, pursued by Soldiery_.

_Enter_ CAESAR.

_A Spanish Soldier_. Down with them, comrades, seize upon those lamps!
Cleave yon bald-pated shaveling to the chine!
His rosary's of gold!

_Lutheran Soldier_. Revenge! revenge!
Plunder hereafter, but for vengeance now--
Yonder stands Anti-Christ!

_Caes._ (_interposing_). How now, schismatic?
What wouldst thou?

_Luth. Sold._ In