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To go in before the presence of the Lord! I—I! Oh, pray for me Julian! They will offer me the consecrated wine. I see it! It glitters in the golden chalice like serpents' eyes[Shrieks.] Bloody eyes! Oh, Jesus Christ, pray for me!

The Emperor is ill!

Where is Caesarius? The physician, the physician—summon him!

[Beckons.] Memnon, good Memnon!

[She speaks in a low voice to the slave.

[Softly.] Sire, have pity, and send me far from here.

Where would you go?

To Egypt. I would fain go to Egypt, if you think fit. So many go thither—into the great solitude.

Into the great solitude? Ha! In solitude one broods. I forbid you to brood.

I will not brood, if only you will let meHere my anguish of soul increases day by day.