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caesar's apostasy.
[act iv.
Myrrha.
[Entering hastily from the right.] Oh merciful Redeemer! Julian. Myrrha! What is the matter? Myrrha. Oh kind heaven, my mistress Julian. Your mistress,—what of her? Myrrha. Sickness or frenzy; help, help! Julian. Helena sick! The physician! Oribases must come, Sintula! Summon him! [Sintula goes out by the back. Julian is hastening out to the right, when at the door he meets the Princess Helena, surrounded by female slaves. Her countenance is wild and distorted, her hair and clothes are in disorder.
Helena.
Loosen the comb! Loosen the comb, I say! It is red hot. My hair is on fire; I burn, I burn!
Julian.
Helena! For God's pity's sake!
Helena.
Will no one help me? They are killing me with needle-pricks!
