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Still blind! Can you not yet see so much as yonder glittering star? Fie! man of little faith! Did not God's anointed promise to pray for your sight?

Who are you, that mock at a blind brother?

A brother in unbelief and blindness.

[He is about to go off to the left.

[Softly, among the bushes behind him.] Julian, Julian!

[With a cry.] Ah!

[Nearer.] Julian!

Stand, stand;—I am armed Beware!

[''Poorly clad, and with a traveller's staff, appears among the trees.''] Hush! It is I

Stand where you are! Do not come near me, fellow!

Oh, do you not remember Agathon?