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 must not 40
Fall;--and besides, his now escape may furnish
A future miracle, in future proof
Of his infallibility. [_To the Spanish Soldiery_.
Well, cut-throats!
What do you pause for? If you make not haste,
There will not be a link of pious gold left.
And _you_, too, Catholics! Would ye return
From such a pilgrimage without a relic?
The very Lutherans have more true devotion:
See how they strip the shrines!

_Soldiers_. By holy Peter!
He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear 50
The best away.

_Caes._ And that were shame! Go to!
Assist in their conversion.
[_The Soldiers disperse; many quit the Church, others enter_.

_Caes._ They are gone,
And others come: so flows the wave on wave
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!

_Enter_ OLIMPIA, _flying from the pursuit--She springs
upon the Altar_.

_Sold._ She's mine!

_Another Sold._ (_opposing the former_).
You lie, I tracked her first: and were she
The Pope's niece, I'll not yield her. [_They fight_.

_3d Sold._ (_advancing towards_ OLIMPIA). You may settle
Your claims; I'll make mine good.

_Olimp._ Infernal slave! 60
You touch me not alive.

_3d Sold._ Alive or dead!

_Olimp._ (_embracing a massive crucifix_). Respect your God!

_3d Sold._ Yes, when he shines in gold.
Girl, you but grasp your dowry.

[_As he advances_, OLIMPIA, _with a strong and sudden
effort, casts down the crucifix; it strikes the
Soldier, who falls_.

_3d Sold._ Oh, great God!

_Olimp._ Ah! now you recognise him.

_3d Sold._ My brain's crushed!
Comrades, help, ho! All's darkness! [He dies.

_Other Soldiers_ (_