As e'er thou didst upon Carrara's blocks.
[Arnold disarms and wounds Cellini, hit slightly: the latter draws a pistol, and fires; then retires, and disappears through the portico.
Cæs. How farest thou? Thou hast a taste, methinks,
Of red Bellona's banquet.
Arn. (staggers).'Tis a scratch.
Lend me thy scarf. He shall not 'scape me thus.
Cæs. Where is it?
Arn.In the shoulder, not the sword arm—
And that's enough. I am thirsty: would I had
A helm of water!