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Yes, yes! And the Galileans?

They broke out into loud lamentations; listen, listen, sire! It is impossible to bring them to reason.

[Wild cries are heard without, among the tents.

The madmen! Rebellious to the last. They know not that their master's power is broken.

[''Christian soldiers come rushing in. Some beat their breasts; others tear their garments, with loud cries and weeping.''

Christ died for me, and I forsook him!

Smite me, oh wrathful Lord in heaven; for I have worshipped false gods!

The devil on the throne has slain my soul! Woe, woe, woe

[''Tearing off the leaden seals which they wear round their necks.''] We will not serve idols!

The Apostate is not our ruler! We will go home! home!