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The blustering coward! And Severus?

Severus feigns sickness; he has driven out to his farm.

I myself will speak to the madmen.

Not a step, noble Caesar!

What now?

'Tis my duty, gracious lord; the Emperor's command—; his beloved kinsman's life—; Caesar is my prisoner.

Ah!

So it has come at last!

The household guard, Sintula! You must conduct Caesar in safety to Rome.

To Rome!

What say you, my lord?

To Rome, I say!