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 Cæsar.
Cæs. You are well entered now.
Arn.Aye; but my path
Has been o'er carcasses: mine eyes are full[dg]
Of blood.
Cæs.Then wipe them, and see clearly. Why!