Julian.
Ah, the oracle! The heathen oracle!
Gallus.
The heathenism might be forgiven me; but—well, why should you not know it?—I have inquired as to the issue of the Persian war
Julian.
What madness!—Gallus—I see it in your face: you have asked other questions!
Gallus.
No more; I have not asked
Julian.
Yes, yes; you have inquired as to a mighty man's life or death!
Gallus.
And if I had? What can be of more moment to both of us?
Julian.
[Throwing his arms around him.] Be silent, madman!
Gallus.
Away from me! You may cringe before him like a cur; but I have no mind to endure it longer. I will cry it aloud in all the market-places [Calls to Agathon.] Have you seen him, Cappadocian? Have you seen the murderer?
Julian.
Gallus! Brother!
Agathon.
The murderer!
