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caesar's apostasy.
[act iv.
Julian.
You beautiful, you peerless one!
Helena.
[Bowing herself down over his hands.] My lord before God and men!—Draw not back this time, Julian! My hero, my Emperor! I see heaven open. Priests shall sing praises to Christ; my women shall assemble in prayer. [With upraised arms.] Oh, thou blessed One! Oh, thou God of Hosts,—thou, in whose hand lie grace and victory
Julian.
[With a look towards the door, exclaims:] Helena!
Helena.
Ah!
The Chamberlain Eutherius.
[From the back.] My lord, the Emperor's emissary
Julian.
Is he come?
Eutherius.
Yes, my lord!
Julian.
His name? Who is he?
Eutherius.
The tribune Decentius.
Julian.
Indeed? The pious Decentius!
