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Oh, I entreat you, show gratitude to the immortal gods, whose darling you are! And if you cannot, then punish me because I do it in your stead

Come, come to my open arms, I tell you!

[He lifts him up, presses him in his arms, and kisses him.

My Hekebolius! What a great and unlooked-for joy!

Hekebolius.

Sire, how am I to understand this?

Oh, then you do not know? When came you to the city?

I landed an hour ago.

Julian.

And hurried hither at once?

On the wings of anxiety and remorse, sire!

And you have spoken to no one?

No, no, I have spoken to no one; but?

Oh, then you cannot have heard

[He embraces him again.