Caesarius.
Most gracious Emperor, will you permit your servant to ask a question, in his own name, and that of these much disquieted men?
Julian.
Ask, my dearest Caesarius! Are you not my beloved Gregory's brother? Ask, ask!
Caesarius.
Tell me, then, sire[He observes Hekebolius.] What do I see! Hekebolius here?
Julian.
Newly returned
Caesarius.
[Trying to draw back.] Then I beg leave to defer
Julian.
No, no, my Caesarius; this friend may hear everything.
Caesarius.
Friend, say you? Oh my Emperor, then you have not ordered these imprisonments?
Julian.
What mean you?
Caesarius.
Do you not know? Nevita—the general-in-chief, as he now calls himself—is instituting prosecutions under pretext of your authority, against all the trusted servants of your predecessor.
