Cæs.And off!
Arn.Eternal powers!
The host will be appalled,—but vengeance! vengeance!
Bourb. 'Tis nothing—lend me your hand.
[Bourbon takes Arnold by the hand, and rises; but as he puts his foot on the step, falls again.
Arnold! I am sped.
Conceal my fall[241]—all will go well—conceal it!
Fling my cloak o'er what will be dust anon;130
Let not the soldiers see it.
Arn.You must be