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[Stops suddenly, turns round to, and asks sharply.] Where is Gallus?

[Turning pale.] Gallus? What would you with Gallus?

There, I caught you!

Sire!

[Seizing the hand.] Come; come!

Conscience cried aloud. What are you two plotting?

We?

You and he!

Oh, come; come, Constantius!

So black a deed! What did the oracle answer?

The oracle! By my Holy Redeemer

If any one maligns you, he shall pay for it at