Rome be crashed to one wide tomb,

But be still the Roman's Rome![240]

[Bourbon, Arnold, Cæsar, and others, arrive at the foot of the wall. Arnold is about to plant his ladder.

Bourb. Hold, Arnold! I am first.

Arn.‍Not so, my Lord.

Bourb. Hold, sir, I charge you! Follow! I am proud

Of such a follower, but will brook no leader.

[Bourbon plants his ladder, and begins to mount.

Now, boys! On! on!

[A shot strikes him, and Bourbon falls.