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drawn up, discovers their repast set out, a Citizen enters in haste.) I crave to speak unto the emperor.

What is thine errand?

My royal sir, the city's in commotion: From ev'ry street and alley, ragged varlets In crowds pour forth, and threaten mighty things. But one, whom I out-run, comes on my steps To bring a fuller tale.

Thou'rt sure of this?

It is most certain.

What think'st thou, good Othus?

I doubt it not: 'tis a degraded herd That fills your walls. This proud imperial city Has been in ages past the great high-way Of nations driving their blind millions on To death and carnage. Thro' her gates have past