Gregory.
[Points to the left.] Look yonder. Is that a pleasanter sight?
Basil.
Prince Julian; with roses in his hair, his face aflame
Gregory.
Ay, and after him that reeling, glassy-eyed crew. Hear how the halting tongues babble with wine! They have sat the whole day in Lykon's tavern.
Basil.
And many of them are our own brethren, Gregory; they are Christian youths
Gregory.
So they call themselves. Did not Lampon call himself a Christian—he who betrayed the oil-seller Zeno's daughter? And Hilarion of Agrigentum, and the two others, who did what I shudder to name
Prince Julian.
[Is heard calling without on the left.] Aha! See, see—the Cappadocian Castor and Pollux.
Basil.
He has caught sight of us. I will go; I cannot endure to see him in this mood.
Gregory.
I will remain; he needs a friend.
