The wizards stop each avenue? Keep close!)
[To the Druses.] As if one came to a son's house, I say,
So did I come—no guard with me—to find ...
Alas—alas!
A Druse. Who is the old man?
Another. Oh, ye are to shout!
Children, he styles you.
Druses. Ay, the Prefect's slain!
Glory to the Khalif, our Father!
Nuncio. Even so!