Murmur (in the crowd): He has put the crown on his head.
(Silence.
Tête-d'or (shouting): Search my heart and if you find there
Anything save an immortal desire, take it and cast it on the dunghill for a hen to carry away in her beak!
I do not come here with an unworthy thought.
Cassius (rushing forward): Will none of you speak? Who dares to say "What shall we do?"
Shall he be the only one to speak of this? Will you be silent forever?
As for me I shall follow you, O King! Here you are again, O King, like a rose preserved in honey! Hail!
I have listened to you and I have understood, and also
I fought at your side when you gained the victory,