Basil.
Come—come!
Julian.
Stay here!—Anatolus, set a guard about them!—'Tis my will that you shall follow the army—both you and your disciples,—youths and women.
Basil.
Sire, you cannot desire this!
Julian.
'Tis not wise to leave fortresses in our rear. See, I stretch forth my hand and quench the burning shower of arrows which you have sent forth from yonder villa.
Basil.
Nay, nay, sire—this deed of violence
Makrina.
Alas, Basil—here or elsewhere—all is over.
Julian.
Is it not written "Render unto Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's"? I require all aid in this campaign. You can tend my sick and wounded. In that you will be serving the Galilean as well; and if you still think that a duty, I counsel you to make good use of your time. His end is near!
[Some soldiers have surrounded Basil and
Makrina, others hasten through the
thicket towards the house.
