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They accuse you and me of the Princess's death

I will come; I will satisfy them

There is only one way: you must turn their thoughts in another direction, my lord;—they are wild with despair over the fate awaiting them if you delay any longer.

Now go to heaven, thou fool; now die for thy Lord and Master!

[Grasping him by the arm.] The Emperor's empire for me!

Achilles!

What looses the covenant?

[Handing him the sacrificial knife.] This.

What washes the water away?

The blood of the sacrifice.

[''He tears off the fillet from his own brow, and fastens it round Caesar's.''