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[Low, from the court.]

Night spreads her snares for thee, All-seeing night; Laughing-eyed Luxury Lures to delight.

[Staring at the radiance.] Maximus! Maximus!

[Softly.] Seest thou aught?

Yes.

What seest thou?

I see a shining countenance in the light.

Man, or woman?

I know not.

Speak to it.

Dare I?

Speak! speak!

[Advancing.] Why was I born?