The Centurion: Agnel! Simon Agnel!
The King: Who dares to call me so?
The Centurion: I, I dare! Let me weep above you, my royal brother!
Here you lie and you touch the earth with your head.
Arise, stand erect and draw the sword, uplift in your hand the sceptre!
O my royal brother, prone you lie on the ground and I am bending above you!
The Standard Bearer: Alas, O King!
The Commander of the Cavalry: Alas!
A Captain: Alas!
Another: Master, master! Do you, our ruler, abandon us?