JOHN. You are not made of the same stuff.
PAUL. By doing homage to the Creator they elevated the Imperial dignity—yes, they transfigured it with the splendour of their virtue and their holy lives. So they deserved the success which crowned their enterprises.
JULIAN. As I do.
JOHN. In a very different way, for the divine grace was with them.
JULIAN. Absurd! Once I too was fool enough to believe in these meaningless practices. I was a priest of your Church.
JOHN. Do you hear, Paul? How do you like this priest?
PAUL. Very well—as the devil's chaplain.
JULIAN. But when I found that there was nothing to be gained from it, I turned to the worship of the true Roman gods, thanks to whom I have been raised to the highest pinnacle of power.
JOHN. You cut us short with this boast to avoid hearing the righteous praised.
JULIAN. What is it to me?
PAUL. Nothing; but we would add something which does concern you. When the world was no longer worthy of those princes, they were summoned to the choir of angels, and this unhappy realm fell under your power.
JULIAN. Why unhappy?
JOHN. Because of the character of its ruler.
