The Subaltern.
[To the soldiers.] Forward, forward!
Agathon.
Babylonius fell;—soon shall the Babylonian whoremonger fall likewise. The lion of Zaita was slain—the crowned lion of the earth is doomed!
[The soldiers are driven out to the right.
Ammian.
[To Basil and Makrina.] You strange people;—you go astray and yet you do good. Thanks for your refreshment to the weary; and would that my duty to the Emperor permitted me to treat your brethren as forbearingly as I should desire.
[He goes off to the right.
Basil.
God be with you, noble heathen!
Makrina.
Who may that man be?
Basil.
I know him not.
[He points to the left.
Oh see, see—there he is himself!
Makrina.
The Emperor? Is <g>that</g> the Emperor?
Basil.
Yes, that is he.
The Emperor Julian with several of his principal
officers, escorted by a detachment of guards, with
their captain Anatolus, enters from the left.
