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the emperor julian.
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Hekebolius.
Oh, I entreat you, show gratitude to the immortal gods, whose darling you are! And if you cannot, then punish me because I do it in your stead
Julian.
Come, come to my open arms, I tell you!
[He lifts him up, presses him in his arms, and kisses him.
My Hekebolius! What a great and unlooked-for
joy!
Hekebolius.
Sire, how am I to understand this?
Julian.
Oh, then you do not know? When came you to the city?
Hekebolius.
I landed an hour ago.
Julian.
And hurried hither at once?
Hekebolius.
On the wings of anxiety and remorse, sire!
Julian.
And you have spoken to no one?
Hekebolius.
No, no, I have spoken to no one; but?
Julian.
Oh, then you cannot have heard
[He embraces him again.
