Other Voices.
What avail all our gods against this one?
Others again.
No offering! No worship! 'Twill incense the terrible <g>one</g> against us.
Julian.
Oh fools! You fear to incense a man long dead,—a false prophet—you shall have proof of it. He is a liar, I say! Wait but a little longer. Every day, every hour, may bring tidings from Jerusalem
Jovian, much travel-stained, enters hastily, with a few followers, from the right.
Jovian.
Most gracious Emperor, pardon your servant for seeking you here.
Julian.
[With a cry of joy.] Jovian! Oh welcome news-bearer!
Jovian.
I come direct from Judea. I learned at the palace that you were here
Julian.
Oh, ever-praiseworthy gods,—yon setting sun shall not go down upon the lie. How far have you progressed? Speak, my Jovian!
Jovian.
[With a glance at the crowd.] Sire, shall I tell all?
