Is your countship
injured?
Byron
_ (_to_ ARNOLD).
Come, Count, to business.
_Arn. _ True. I'll weep hereafter.
[ARNOLD _covers_ BOURBON'S _body with a mantle,
mounts the ladder, crying_
The Bourbon! Bourbon! On, boys! Rome is ours!
_Caes. _ Good night, Lord Constable! thou wert a Man.
[CAESAR _follows_ ARNOLD; _they reach the battlement;_
ARNOLD _and_ CAESAR _are struck down_.
_Caes. _ A precious somerset!
Is your countship injured?
_Arn. _ No. [_Remounts the ladder_.
_Caes. _ A rare blood-hound, when his own is heated!
And 'tis no boy's play. Now he strikes them down! 160
His hand is on the battlement--he grasps it
As though it were an altar; now his foot
Is on it, and----What have we here? --a Roman?
The first bird of the covey! he has fallen [_A man falls_.
On the outside of the nest. Why, how now, fellow?
_Wounded Man_. A drop of water!
_Arn. _ True. I'll weep hereafter.
[ARNOLD _covers_ BOURBON'S _body with a mantle,
mounts the ladder, crying_
The Bourbon! Bourbon! On, boys! Rome is ours!
_Caes. _ Good night, Lord Constable! thou wert a Man.
[CAESAR _follows_ ARNOLD; _they reach the battlement;_
ARNOLD _and_ CAESAR _are struck down_.
_Caes. _ A precious somerset!
Is your countship injured?
_Arn. _ No. [_Remounts the ladder_.
_Caes. _ A rare blood-hound, when his own is heated!
And 'tis no boy's play. Now he strikes them down! 160
His hand is on the battlement--he grasps it
As though it were an altar; now his foot
Is on it, and----What have we here? --a Roman?
The first bird of the covey! he has fallen [_A man falls_.
On the outside of the nest. Why, how now, fellow?
_Wounded Man_. A drop of water!
