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] feels the wreath of roses, which he tears off, bethinks himself long, and says softly:] That! I had forgotten that! [Casting the wreath away.] One thing alone have I learnt in Athens. What, Julian? The old beauty is no longer beautiful, and the new truth is no longer true.  enters hastily through the colonnade on the right.

[Still in the distance.] Now we have him; now we have him!

Him? I thought you would have had them both.

Both of whom?

Milo's sons.

Ah, yes, I have them too. But we have him, my Julian!

Whom, dear brother?

He has caught himself in his own net!

Aha—a philosopher then?