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It is done!

[Murmurs to himself with upstretched hands.] Light and victory be to him who wills! And now to the Governor's palace; the people would fain greet Caesar. Caesar, in his exaltation, remains what he was,—the poor lover of wisdom, who owes all to the Emperor's grace.—To the Governor's palace, my friends! Room, room for Julian Caesar! [All go out through the court, amid the acclamations of the crowd; only and  remain behind.

Gregory? Whatever comes of this—let us hold together.

Here is my hand.