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] things in Nevita's hands. In such matters I can trust neither him nor others; I must do all myself.—'Tis true, I feel somewhat weary. How unfortunate!—Tell me, Ammian, what is the name of that ill-omened place?

What place, my gracious Emperor?

The spot where the Persian javelin struck me?

'Tis called after the village of Phrygia

Ah!

What is it called? What say you the region is called?

'Tis called from the village over yonder, the Phrygian region.

Ah, Maximus—Maximus!

Betrayed!

[He hides his face, and sinks down at the foot of the bed.

My Emperor, what alarms you?