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[Who has meanwhile had the tent struck.] My Emperor, now must you get to horse; I dare not let you remain here longer. Yes, now I will mount. Where is my good Babylonius? See now; sword in hand Come, my dear friends! [All go out to the right.  SCENE SECOND. ''A marshy, wooded country. A dark, still lake among the trees. Watch-fires in the distance. Moonlight, with driving clouds.''

Several soldiers on guard in the foreground.

[Singing without, on the left.

Woe to us! Woe! Upon us all God's wrath will fall! Death we shall know!

[Listening.] Hark! Do you hear? The Galilean women are singing over yonder.

They sing like owls and night ravens.

Yet would I willingly be with them. 'Tis safer