Slippery with Roman and with holy gore!
No injury! And now thou wouldst preserve me,
To be——but that shall never be!
[She raises her eyes to Heaven, folds her robe round her, and prepares to dash herself down on the side of the Altar opposite to that where Arnold stands.
Arn.Hold! hold!
I swear.
Olimp.Spare thine already forfeit soul
A perjury for which even Hell would loathe thee.120
I know thee.
Arn.No, thou know'st me not; I am not