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Happy Hekebolius!

Then the rumour of all your marvellous exploits reached Crete

Ah!

I asked myself: Is he more than mortal, this peerless youth? Under whose protection does he stand? Is it thus that the God of the Christians is wont to manifest his power?

[In rapt attention.] Well; well!

I set myself to search once more the writings of the ancients. Light after light dawned upon me; oh, to have to confess this!

Speak out—I beseech you!

[Falling on his knees.] Punish me according to your righteousness, sire; but renounce your youthful errors on things divine! Yes, most gracious Emperor, you are entangled in error, and I—oh, I marvel that the shame does not kill me—I, I have helped to lead you astray

[With outstretched arms.] Come to my closest embrace!