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] I will not be vanquished! I am young; I am invulnerable,—the third empire is at hand

[With a great cry.

There he stands!

Who? Where?

Do you see him? There, among the tree-stems—in a crown and a purple robe

'Tis the moon glimmering on the water. Come—come, my Julian!

[Going threateningly towards the vision.] Avaunt! Thou art dead! Thy empire is past. Off with the juggler's cloak, carpenter's son!

What dost thou there? At what art thou hammering?—Ah!

[From the left.] All gods be praised!—Oribases,—here, here!

What has become of him?

[From the left.] Is he here?

Yes.—Oh my beloved Emperor!

Who was it that said, "I am hammering the Emperor's coffin"?