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[''Carrying a paper lantern, enters from the left, taps one of the soldiers on the shoulder, and asks'':] Hist, good friend—when comes the Emperor?

I cannot tell.

[In the crowd, turning his head.] The Emperor? Did not some one ask about the Emperor? The Emperor will come a little before midnight—just before. I had it from Memnon himself

[Rushes in hastily and pushes a Fruit-seller aside.] Out of the way, heathen!

Softly, sir!

The swine grumbles!

Dog, dog!

Grumbling at a well-dressed Christian—at a man of the Emperor's own faith!

[Knocks the Fruit-seller down.] Into the gutter with you!

That's right. Wallow there, along with your gods!