Aha! Had they indeed, Decentius?
Decentius.
I accuse no one. But oh, beloved Caesar, I bid you beware; for you are surrounded by faithless servants. Your court—by an unhappy misunderstanding!—fancies that some sort of disfavour—or what should I call it?—is implied in the measures which the Emperor has found it necessary to adopt; in short——
Sintula.
[Entering from the back.] My lord, you have imposed on me a charge I can in no way fulfil.
Julian.
The Emperor imposed it, good Sintula!
Sintula.
Relieve me of it, my lord; it is utterly beyond me.
Decentius.