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The battle hangs in the balance. Neither side gains ground.

[To, who comes with a fresh troop from the right.

Ho, captain,—have you seen the Emperor?

Yes, sir; he is fighting at the head of the white horsemen.

Not wounded?

He seems invulnerable. Arrows and javelins swerve aside wherever he shows himself.

[Calling out from the thick of the fight.] Help, help; we can hold out no longer! Forward, my bold Fromentinus! [To the soldiers.] Shoulder to shoulder, and at them, Greeks! [He hastens to the help of ; the mellay rolls backwards a little.

, the Captain of the Guard, enters with followers from the right.

Is not the Emperor here?