Julian.
Yes, yes! And the Galileans?
Fromentinus.
They broke out into loud lamentations; listen, listen, sire! It is impossible to bring them to reason.
[Wild cries are heard without, among the tents.
Julian.
The madmen! Rebellious to the last. They know not that their master's power is broken.
[Christian soldiers come rushing in. Some beat their breasts; others tear their garments, with loud cries and weeping.
A Soldier.
Christ died for me, and I forsook him!
Another Soldier.
Smite me, oh wrathful Lord in heaven; for I have worshipped false gods!
The Soldier Agathon.
The devil on the throne has slain my soul! Woe, woe, woe
Other Soldiers.
[Tearing off the leaden seals which they wear round their necks.] We will not serve idols!
Others Again.
The Apostate is not our ruler! We will go home! home!
