If you seek aid from me—or else be silent.40
And eat your thoughts—till they breed snakes within you.
Arn. Olimpia!
Cæs.I thought as much—go on.
Arn. I thought she had loved me.
Cæs.Blessings on your Creed!
What a good Christian you were found to be!
But what cold Sceptic hath appalled your faith
And transubstantiated to crumbs again
The body of your Credence?