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352 out of the city as rebels. I will no longer endure this defiance and scandal.

[''The guard drives the lamenting crowd into the side streets. Only the Emperor and his suite remain behind. A man who has hitherto been hidden is now seen lying at the church door; he is in torn garments, and has ashes strewn on his head.''

[Stirring him with a lance-shaft.] Up, up; be off!

[Looking up.] Tread under foot this salt without savour, rejected of the Lord!

Oh everlasting gods!—Hekebolius!

Ah, so it is,—Hekebolius!

That is no longer my name! I am nameless. I have denied the baptism that gave me my name!

Arise, friend? Your mind is distempered

Judas's brother is pestiferous. Away from me

Oh feeble-hearted man