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[Drawing nearer.] What is your purpose, my lord?

Ask not.

Hark to the clamour! Up, up, my Caesar!

First down,—then up. [To .] The sanctuary, my beloved brother?

Straight below, in the second vault.

Caesar, Caesar,—whither are you going?

To freedom.

Through darkness to light. Ah!

[He descends into the lower galleries.

[Softly, looking after him.] So it has come at last!

Speak, speak; what mean these hidden arts?

And now, when every instant is precious