Julian.
Has he talked with any one?
Eutherius.
With no one, my lord; he has this moment arrived.
Julian.
I will see him at once. And listen; one thing more. Summon the captains and officers to me here.
Eutherius.
It is well, most gracious lord.
[He goes out by the back.
Julian. Now, my Helena, now we shall see Helena. [Softly.] Whatever happens, forget not that you can trust in the soldiers. Julian. Ah, trust, trust; I am not sure that I can trust in any one. The Tribune Decentius enters from the back.
Helena.
[Meeting him.] Welcome, noble Decentius! A Roman face,—and, above all, this face,—oh! it sheds genial sunlight over our inclement Gaul.
Decentius.
The Emperor meets your longing and your hope half-way, noble Princess! We may hope that Gaul will not much longer hold you in its chains.
