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My lord, the soldiers clamour to see you.

A circlet of gold on your head, Emperor!

I have never possessed such a gaud.

Maurus.

This will serve.

[He takes off his gold chain, and winds it several times round Caesar's brow.

The Emperor, the Emperor! We will see the Emperor!

On the shield with him! Up, up!

[The bystanders raise aloft on a shield, and show him to the multitude, amid long-continued acclamations.

The will of the army be done! I bow before the inevitable, and renew all my promises

Five gold pieces and a pound of silver!

Not over the Alps!