attributes; but as I wear
A human shape, will take a human name.

_Arn._ More human than the shape (though it was mine once)
I trust.

_Stran._ Then call me Caesar.

_Arn._ Why, that name
Belongs to Empire, and has been but borne
By the World's lords.

_Stran._ And therefore fittest for 540
The Devil in disguise--since so you deem me,
Unless you call me Pope instead.

_Arn._ Well, then,
Caesar thou shalt be. For myself, my name
Shall be plain Arnold still.

_Caes._ We'll add a title[df]--
"Count Arnold:" it hath no ungracious sound,
And will look well upon a billet-doux.

_Arn._ Or in an order for a battle-field.

_Caes._ (_sings_).
To horse! to horse! my coal-black steed
Paws the ground and snuffs the air!
There's not a foal of Arab's breed 550
More knows whom he must bear;
On the hill he will not tire,
Swifter as it waxes higher;
In the marsh he will not slacken,
On the plain be overtaken;
In the wave he will not sink,
Nor pause at the brook's side to drink;
In the race he will not pant,
In the combat he'll not faint;
On the stones he will not stumble, 560
Time nor toil shall make him humble;
In the stall he will not stiffen,
But be winged as a Griffin,
Only flying with his feet:
And will not such a voyage be sweet?
Merrily! merrily! never unsound,
Shall our bonny black horses skim over the ground!
From the Alps to the Caucasus, ride we, or fly!
For we'll leave them behind in the glance of an eye.
[_They mount their horses, and disappear_.

SCENE II.--_A Camp before the walls of Rome_.

ARNOLD _and_ CAESAR.

_Caes._ You are well entered now.

_Arn._ Aye; but my path
Has been o'er carcasses: mine eyes are full[dg]
Of blood.

_Caes._ Then wipe them, and see clearly. Why!
Thou art a conqueror; the chosen knight
And free companion of the gallant Bourbon,
Late constable of France[230]; and now to be
Lord of the city which hath