But the great Caesar is no more.

He died as he had lived, in blood, and right royally.

And but now Cleopatra, the Queen, if my tidings may be trusted, has slain Ptolemy, her brother and husband, by poison, and taken the child Caesarion to be her fellow on the throne, which she holds by the help of the Roman legions, and, as they say, of young Sextus Pompeius, who has succeeded Caesar in her love.

But, Harmachis, the whole land boils and seethes against her.

In every city the children of Khem talk of the deliverer who is to come--and thou art he, Harmachis.