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.