Julian.
And what pious man have we to thank for so generous an offering?
The Old Priest.
I brought it with me myself. Oh, sire, be not wroth; this one was all I had.
[Laughter and mutterings among the bystanders.
Suppressed Voices.
'Tis enough. A goose is more than enough.
Julian.
Oh Antioch—you put my patience to a hard test!
A Man in the Crowd.
Bread first, offerings afterwards!
Phocion.
[Nudging him in the side.] Well said; well said!
Another Man.
Give the citizens food; the gods may do as best they can.
A third Man.
We were better off under Chi and Kappa!
Julian.
Oh you shameless brawlers, with your Chi and Kappa! Think you I do not know whom you mean by Chi and Kappa? Ho-ho, I know very well. 'Tis a by-word among you. You mean Christ and Constantius. But their dominion is past, and I shall soon find means of subduing the fro-
