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THE DAUGHTER OF HEAVEN
in robes of state, and pointing to the dead Empress.]
Come, all dignitaries and great men of the Empire ! Put perfumes in the censers, keep on amber ! Sound the marble chimes, as for the gods. Pay homage to Your Empress! On your knees, all, before The Daughter of Heaven! ——
[He kneels on the steps himself The marble chimes are sounded. The brilliant crowd fills the throne-room, prostrating themselves before the dead.]
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