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There he is! There he comes!

Who?

The Emperor! The murderer! The enemy of God!

Be still! Let him pass by in silence.

[''A detachment of the Imperial Guards comes along the street. follows, accompanied by courtiers and philosophers, all surrounded by guards. Another division of the Household Guard, led by, closes the procession.''

[Softly to the others.] See, see, he has wrapped himself in rags, like a beggar.

He must be out of his senses.

God has already stricken him.

Hide your little ones against your breasts. Let not their eyes behold the monster.

Aha, are not these all Galileans? What do you here in the sunshine, in the open street, you spawn of darkness?