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[Whispering uneasily, as he shifts his place.] These gliding, clammy shadows! Faugh! The slimy things crawling underfoot! [Listening.] The turmoil waxes, Eutherius! It is the soldiers; listen, listen! It is the song in the church   No, 'tis the soldiers!—here they come! ''The Knight appears up in the gallery, surrounded by a great crowd of excited soldiers. The Standard-Bearer is amongst them.''

Be reasonable, I entreat you!

Caesar has betrayed us! Caesar shall die!

And what then, madmen!

What then? With Caesar's head we will buy forgiveness

Come forth, come forth, Caesar!