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I call heaven to witness that I never; Ah, here is Sintula; now we can[To the Tribune.] You are going? I have affairs to transact with the generals, noble Caesar! Without my intervention? The Emperor commands me to spare his beloved kinsman. [He goes out by the back, followed by the others, except, who remains standing at the door.

[Looking at him awhile.] Sintula!

Yes, noble master!

Come nearer—Yes, by my faith, you look honest. Pardon me; I never thought you could be so attached to me.

How know you that I am attached to you, my lord?

[Pointing to the roll of paper.] I can read it here, in this; it is written that you are to desert me.