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Sire, do you know me?

Very well, my Oribases.

Only lie quiet.

Lie quiet? You remind me! I must be up!

Impossible, sire; I implore you

I must up, I say. How can I lie quiet now? I must utterly vanquish Sapor.

Sapor is vanquished, sire! He has sent envoys to the camp to beg for a truce.

Has he, indeed? That is good news. So him, at least, I have conquered.

But no truce. I will crush him to the earth.—Ah, where is my shield? Have I lost my shield?

No, my Emperor,—here are both your shield and your sword.

I am very glad of that. My good shield. I should grieve to think of it in the hands of the barbarians. Give it me, on my arm