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The Emperor! Is it not your business to answer for him?

His horse was shot under him,—a terrible tumult arose; it was impossible to get near him

Think you he has come to any harm?

No, I think not. There was a cry that he was unhurt, but

There he is! There he is!

The, without helmet or armour, with only a sword and shield, escorted by soldiers of the Imperial Guard, enters from the right.

'Tis well I have found you, Nevita!

Ah, sire—without armour; how imprudent

In these regions no weapon can touch me. But go, Nevita; take the supreme command; my horse was shot under me, and

My Emperor, then after all you are hurt?