Julian.
Then in what act?
Medon.
He wears a purple robe
Julian.
A purple robe? Oho, that is bold.
Medon.
Oh, great wing-footed Mercury, when I think how he would have paid for that robe in your predecessor's time! And this garment of vainglory I have daily before my eyes
Julian.
This garment, bought with money that might have been yours
Medon.
Oh most gracious Emperor,—punish his audacity; let him be expelled the city; my love for our great and august ruler will not suffer me to remain a witness of such shameless arrogance.
Julian.
Tell me, good Medon, what manner of clothes does Alites wear, besides the purple cloak?
Medon.
Truly I cannot call to mind, sire; ordinary clothes, I think; I have only remarked the purple cloak.
Julian.
A purple cloak, then, and untanned sandals?
