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[Calling out in the passage to the left.] Eutherius,—have you found him? Eutherius, Eutherius, where is Caesar?

[Meeting him.] Here, here;—is it true, Oribases?

[Coming forward.] Incredible, inexplicable,—and yet true; they touch the bier, the priests read and pray over them, and they are healed; from time to time a voice proclaims: "Holy, holy, is the pure woman!"

A voice proclaims?

The voice of one invisible, my Caesar; a voice high up under the vaultings of the church; no man knows whence it comes.

[Stands a moment immovable, then turns suddenly to, and cries:] Life or the lie!

Choose!

Come, come, my lord; the awe-stricken soldiers threaten you

Let them threaten.