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Yes, the Tribune says well; reflect how our Emperor's mind must be clouded, when he can do such things! Oh, my sorely afflicted kinsman! When he rode into Rome through the mighty arch of Constantine, he fancied himself so tall that he bent his back and bowed his head down to his saddle-bow.

Like a cock in a doorway.

[Laughter among the soldiers.

Is that an Emperor?

Shall we obey him?

Away with him!

Caesar, do you take take the helm!

Rebellion!

Seize the throne; seize the throne, Caesar!

Madmen! Is this language for Romans? Would you imitate the barbarous Alemanni? What was it Knodomar cried at Argentoratum? Answer me, good Maurus,—what did he cry out?