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caesar's apostasy.
[act iv.
Helena.
What do you say? Solitude!
Julian.
With you, my beloved; and with my dear books, that I have so seldom been able to open here, save only on my sleepless nights.
Helena.
[Looking him down from head to foot.] Ah, that is what you mean!
Julian.
What else?
Helena.
Ay, truly; what else?
Julian.
Yes, yes—I ask, what else?
Helena.
[Coming nearer.] Julian—how did the barbarian king hail you?
Julian.
[Shrinking.] Helena!
Helena.
[Still nearer.] What was the name that echoed through the ranks of the legions?
Julian.
Rash woman; there may be an eavesdropper at every door!
