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And you said naught to me, Oribases!

Of what, my Caesar?

How dared you conceal it from me?

My lord, there was one thing we none of us knew.

And that was?

That Caesar knew nothing. [He is going.]

Where are you going?

To try the remedies my art prescribes

I believe your art will prove powerless.

My lord, it is yet possible that

Powerless, I tell you!

[Retiring a step.] Noble Caesar, it is my duty to disobey you in this.