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caesar's apostasy.
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torture? Sweet, holy Christ, have I not called upon Thee day and night
[She listens and screams out.
Ah, my Julian! I hear him!—Julian; my beloved!
Julian Caesar.
[In dusty armour, enters hastily by the back.] Helena!
Eutherius.
My noble Caesar!
Julian.
[Vehemently embracing the Princess.] Helena!—Bar all the doors, Eutherius!
Helena.
Defeated! Pursued!
Eutherius.
My lord!
Julian.
Double guards at all the doors; let no one pass! Tell me: has any emissary arrived from the Emperor?
Eutherius.
No, my lord; but one is expected.
Julian.
Go, go! [To the Slave.] Away with you.
[Eutherius and Myrrha go out by the back.
Helena.
[Sinking into the arm-chair.] Then all is over with us?
