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10 the stake. [Draws the aside.] Oh, let us hold together, Julian! Dear kinsman, let us hold together!

Everything lies in your hands, my beloved lord!

My hands!

Oh, stretch them in mercy over us!

My hands? What was in your mind as to my hands?

[Grasps his hands and kisses them.] The Emperor's hands are white and cool.

What else should they be? What was in your mind? There I caught you again!

[Kisses them again.] They are like rose-leaves in this moonlight night.

Well, well, well, Julian!

Forward; it is time.