Helena.
Why should you fear eavesdroppers? Is not God's grace upon you? Have you not been victorious in every encounter?—I see the Saviour calling upon you; I see the angel with the flaming sword, who cleared the way for my father when he drove Maxentius into the Tiber!
Julian.
Shall I rebel against the ruler of the empire?
Helena.
Only against those who stand between you. Oh, go, go; smite them with the lightning of your wrath; put an end to this harassing, joyless life! Gaul is an outer wilderness. I am so cold here, Julian! I pine for home, for the sunshine of Rome and Greece.
Julian.
For home and your brother?
Helena.
[Softly.] Constantius is but a wreck.
Julian.
Helena!
Helena.
I can bear it no longer, I tell you. Time is flying. Eusebia is gone; her empty seat invites me to honour and greatness, while I am ageing
Julian.
You are not ageing; you are young and fair!
