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caesar's apostasy.
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Agathon.
Yes, everything.
Julian.
And to-morrow, my Agathon, to-morrow to Athens!
Agathon.
To Athens? 'Tis to Pergamus you go.
Julian.
Hush! You do not know; we must be cunning as serpents. First to Pergamus—and then to Athens!
Agathon.
Farewell, my lord and friend!
Julian.
Will you go with me, Agathon?
Agathon.
I cannot. I must go home; I have my little brother to care for.
Julian.
[At the balustrade.] There they are weighing anchor.—A fair wind to you, winged lion; Achilles follows in your wake.
[Exclaims softly.]
Ah!
Agathon.
What was that?
Julian.
Yonder fell a star.
