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They are drawn already!

Strike him, cut him down!

I thank you for coming! Maurus! Honest Maurus! Yes, yes; you I can trust.

How dare you send us to the ends of the earth? Was that what you swore to us?

Not over the Alps! We are not bound to go!

Not to Rome! I will not go; they would murder me, as they murdered my brother Gallus!

What say you, my lord?

Do not believe him!

Lay no finger on the noble Decentius; the fault is not his.

[A Subaltern.] That is true; the fault is Caesar's.