No More Learning

_Caes. _ (_aside and laughing_). Ha! ha! here's equity! The dogs
Have as much right as he. But to the issue!

_Soldiers_. Count, she hath slain our comrade.

_Arn. _ With what weapon?

_Sold. _ The cross, beneath which he is crushed; behold him
Lie there, more like a worm than man; she cast it
Upon his head.

_Arn. _ Even so: there is a woman
Worthy a brave man's liking.
Were ye such,
Ye would have honoured her. But get ye hence, 80
And thank your meanness, other God you have none,
For your existence. Had you touched a hair
Of those dishevelled locks, I would have thinned
Your ranks more than the enemy. Away!
Ye jackals! gnaw the bones the lion leaves,
But not even these till he permits.

_A Sold. _ (_murmuring_). The lion
Might conquer for himself then.

_Arn. _ (_cuts him down_). Mutineer!
Rebel in hell--you shall obey on earth!
[_The Soldiers assault_ ARNOLD.

_Arn. _ Come on!