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You mistake, friend; I have not sent for any of my councillors.

Most gracious Emperor

Pardon me, sire; this man is the imperial barber.

What do I hear? Can it be? This man—oh, you jest—this man, in silken raiment, with gold-embroidered shoes, is? Ah, indeed! So you are the barber! [He bows before him] Never shall I presume to let myself be served by such delicate hands.

Most gracious Emperor,—I pray you, for God and my Saviour's sake

Ho-ho! A Galilean! Did I not think so! Is this the self-denial you boast of? But I know you well! What temple of what godhead have you plundered, or how many dips have you made into the Emperor's coffers, to attain such magnificence as this?—You may go; I have no occasion for you.

[ goes out to the right.

Tell me, Ursulus, what is that man's wage?

Gracious Emperor, by your august predecessor's command, the daily maintenance of twenty men is assigned him