Bishop Maris.
I have all the sight I desire; and I thank the Lord that he quenched my bodily vision, so that I am spared from seeing the man who walks in a darkness more terrible than mine.
Julian.
Let me pass!
Bishop Maris.
Whither?
Julian.
Into the Sun-King's house.
Bishop Maris.
You shall not pass. I forbid you in the name of the only God!
Julian.
Frantic old man!—Away with him!
Bishop Maris.
Ay, lay hands upon me! But he who dares to do so, his hand shall wither. The God of Wrath shall manifest himself in his might
Julian.
Your God is no mighty God. I will show you that the Emperor is stronger than he
Bishop Maris.
Lost creature!—Then must I call down the ban upon thee, thou recreant son of the church!
Hekebolius.
[Pale.] My lord and Emperor, let not this thing be!
