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[Weeping.] Oh, Gallus, would I might die or be banished in your stead! I am wrecking my soul here. I ought to forgive—and I cannot. Evil grows in me; hate and revenge whisper in my ear   [Rapidly, looking towards the church.] There he comes! Be prudent, my beloved brother!—Ah, Hekebolius! ''The church door has meanwhile been opened. The congregation streams forth; some pass away, others remain standing to see the Court pass. Among those who come out is ; he wears priestly dress.''

[On the point of passing out to the left.] Is that you, my Julian? Ah, I have again passed a heavy hour for your sake.

Alas! I fear that happens too often.

Christ is wroth against you, my son! It is your froward spirit that angers him; it is your unloving thoughts, and all this worldly vanity

I know it my Hekebolius! You so often tell me so.