No More Learning

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).