ldiers_). Leave your arms; ye have no further need
Of such: the city's rendered. And mark well
You keep your hands clean, or I'll find out a stream
As red as Tiber now runs, for your baptism.

_Soldiers_ (_deposing their arms and departing_). We obey!

_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 dashed,
Ere thou ascend it. God forgive thee, man! 110

_Arn._ I wish to merit his forgiveness, and
Thine own, although I have not injured thee.

_Olimp._ No! Thou hast only sacked my native land,--
No injury!--and made my father's house
A den of thieves! No injury!--this temple--
Slippery with Roman and with holy gore!
No injury! And now thou wouldst preserve me,
To be----but that shall never be!

[_She raises her eyes to Heaven, folds her robe round her,
and prepares to dash herself down on the side of
the Altar opposite to that where_ ARNOLD _stands_.

_Arn._ Hold! hold!
I swear.

_Olimp._ Spare thine already forfeit soul
A perjury for which even Hell would loathe thee. 120
I know thee.

_Arn._ No, thou know'st me not; I am not
Of these men, though----

_Olimp._ I judge thee by thy mates;
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 redeemed infant) than the holy water 130
The saints have sanctified!

[OLIMPIA _waves her hand to_ ARNOLD _with disdain, and
dashes herself on the pavement from the Altar_.

_Arn._ Eternal God!
I feel thee now! Help! help! she's gone.

_Caes._ (_approaches_). I am here.

_Arn._ Thou! but oh, save her!

_Caes._ (_assisting him to raise_ OLIMPIA). She hath done it well!
The leap was seriou