Julian.
Where the path and the goal are one.—For the last time, Gregory, Basil—I implore you to stay with me. The vision I had last night,—that and many other things, point to a mysterious bond between us. To you, my Basil, I had so much to say. You are the head of your house; and who knows whether all the blessings that are promised me—may not come through you and yours
Basil.
Never! No one with my good will shall ever be led away by your frenzies and your wild dreams.
Julian.
Ah, why talk of will? I see a hand writing on the wall; soon I shall interpret the writing.
Gregory.
Come, Basil.
Julian.
[With outstretched arms.] Oh, my friends, my friends! Gregory. Between us there is a gulf from this day forward. [He drags Basil with him; both go out to the right.
Julian.
[Looking after them.] Ay, go! Go, go!—What do you two learned men know? What bring you from the city of wisdom? You, my strong, masterful Gregory,—and you, Basil, more girl than man—you know only two streets in Athens,
