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caesar's apostasy.
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Maurus.
They are drawn already!
Women.
Strike him, cut him down!
Julian.
I thank you for coming! Maurus! Honest Maurus! Yes, yes; you I can trust.
A Batavian Soldier.
How dare you send us to the ends of the earth? Was <g>that</g> what you swore to us?
Other Allies.
Not over the Alps! We are not bound to go!
Julian.
Not to Rome! I will not go; they would murder me, as they murdered my brother Gallus!
Maurus.
What say you, my lord?
Decentius.
Do not believe him!
Julian.
Lay no finger on the noble Decentius; the fault is not his.
Laipso.
[A Subaltern.] That is true; the fault is Caesar's.
