Themistius.
Even so far has rumour carried your name and your glory!
Mamertinus.
Even in those unknown regions is your sword a terror to princes and peoples!
Themistius.
Diu and Serandib! Far east in the Indian sea
Mamertinus.
I do not hesitate to say: beyond the orb of the world
Julian.
Bid the barber come!
[A courtier goes out to the right.
I will receive the envoys in seemly guise,—yet without display or adornment. So would the august Marcus Aurelius have received them; and him I make my pattern, rather than the Emperor whose death we have lately had to mourn. No more parade of transitory mundane things! Even the barbarians shall see that wisdom—in the person, truly, of her meanest servant—has resumed her place upon the throne. [The courtier returns with Eunapius, the barber, who is magnificently attired.
Julian.
[Looks at him in astonishment, then goes to meet him, and greets him.] What seek you here, my lord?
Eunapius.
Gracious Emperor, you have commanded my attendance
