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] torture? Sweet, holy Christ, have I not called upon Thee day and night

[She listens and screams out.

Ah, my Julian! I hear him!—Julian; my beloved!

[In dusty armour, enters hastily by the back.] Helena!

My noble Caesar!

[Vehemently embracing the Princess.] Helena!—Bar all the doors, Eutherius!

Defeated! Pursued!

My lord!

Double guards at all the doors; let no one pass! Tell me: has any emissary arrived from the Emperor?

No, my lord; but one is expected.

Go, go! [To the Slave.] Away with you.

[ and go out by the back.

[Sinking into the arm-chair.] Then all is over with us?