Julian.
And why should you not believe it, incomparable friend? Oh, leave me. I am wroth with you, Libanius. But it is the lover's anger against the one he loves.
Libanius.
Is it indeed so? Oh my crowned brother, let me then tell you that not a day has passed since your coming hither on which I have not cursed the steadfastness that would not let me make the first advance. My friends assured me—not without some show of reason—that you had undertaken this long journey chiefly in order to see me and hear me speak. But Julian himself gave no sign. What was I to do? Should I flatter as Emperor him whom I loved as a man?
Julian.
[Embracing and kissing him.] My Libanius!
Libanius.
[Kissing the Emperor in return.] My friend and brother!
Oribases.
How honourable to both!
Courtiers and Teachers.
[Clapping their hands.] How beautiful! How sublime!
Julian.
Libanius, cruel friend,—how could you find it in your heart to balk me so long of this happy moment? During the weeks and months I have waited for you, my countenance has been veiled in Scythian darkness.
