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caesar's apostasy.
[act iii.
Maximus.
[Waving his wand once more.] Come forth, thou! [He stops suddenly, utters a shriek, and springs up from the table.
Ah! lightning in the night! I see it;—all
art is in vain.
Julian.
[Rising.] Why? Speak, speak!
Maximus.
The third is not yet among the shades.
Julian.
He lives?
Maximus.
Yes, he lives.
Julian.
And <g>here</g>, sayest thou!
Maximus.
Here, or there, or among the unborn;—I know not
Julian.
[Rushing at him.] Thou liest! Thou art deceiving me! <g>Here</g>, here thou saidst!
Maximus.
Let go my cloak!
Julian.
Then it is thou, or I! But which of us?
Maximus.
Let go my cloak, Julian!
