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He is in safety—safety as assured As thine own harmless self.

Thou speak'st with an unwonted earnestness; I've mark'd thy gestures; something moves thee much. Ha! Marthon and Petronius! What new treason Is now on foot, that herebut judge I harshly? Ye are, perhaps, struck with the circumstances Of these most solemn times, repentant grown, And if ye be, in a good hour ye come: I am myself a wean'd and pardon'd man. Marthon, thou once wert wont to speak the truth; What brought ye hither?

Most gracious prince, with no repentant mind We hither came; but one of us, at least, Shall hence depart with a heart deeply smitten.

Confess then what new treason ye devised.

No treason; none to thee, most royal Constantine.