Gregory.
You have closed our churches; therefore we stand without and praise the Lord our God.
Julian.
Ah, is that you, Gregory? So you still linger here. But beware; my patience will not last for ever.
Gregory.
I seek not a martyr's death; I do not even desire it; but if it be allotted me, I shall glory in dying for Christ.
Julian.
Your phrases weary me. I will not have you here. Why cannot you keep to your stinking dens? Go home, I tell you!
A Woman.
Oh, Emperor, where is our home?
Another Woman.
Where are our houses? The heathen have plundered them and driven us out.
A Voice in the Throng.
Your soldiers have taken from us all our goods.
Other Voices.
Oh Emperor, Emperor, why have you seized upon our possessions?
Julian.
You ask that? I will tell you, ignorant creatures! If your riches are taken from you, 'tis out
