For a sole instant's pastime, and "Pass on

To a new gladiator!"—Must it fall?

Cæs. The city, or the amphitheatre?

The church, or one, or all? for you confound

Both them and me.

Arn.‍To-morrow sounds the assault

With the first cock-crow.

Cæs.‍Which, if it end with

The evening's first nightingale, will be

Something new in the annals of great sieges;