Pard-borne, delivering!
Come, do not flee us;
Know, we are passionate; feel, we are quivering!
Leaping all, playing all,
Staggering and swaying all—
Come, do not flee us!
Julian.
Make room! Stand aside, citizens! Reverently make way; not for us, but for him to whom we do honour!
A Voice in the Crowd.
The Emperor in the company of mummers and harlots!