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I too, I too; but nevertheless! Then no doubt it is true that the Emperor has sacrificed to Apollo and Fortuna?

Certainly; but who cares for such trifles?

Trifles? See you not, my short-sighted friend, that it is our faith, as good Christians, that he is persecuting?

What do you say? God's cross, is it possible?

[In the crowd.] There they come!

[On a housetop.] I can see him!

Who comes? Who, who?

The Emperor Julian. He has vine-leaves in his hair.

The Emperor!

The Emperor!

Come, come, my godly brother!

Let me go, sir. I am in no wise godly.