Jovian.
Most gracious Emperor, here comes a captain from the vanguard.
Ammian.
[Entering from the right.] Sire, you commanded me to inform you should anything strange befall during our advance.
Julian.
Well? Has anything happened this morning?
Ammian.
Yes, sire, two portents.
Julian.
Quick, Ammian,—speak on!
Ammian.
First, sire, it happened that when we had gone a little way beyond the village of Zaita, a lion of monstrous size burst from a thicket and rushed straight at our soldiers, who killed it with many arrows.
Julian.
Ah!
The Philosophers.
What a fortunate omen!
Hormisdas.
King Sapor calls himself the lion of the nations.
Numa.
[Busied at the altar.] Turn back; turn back, Emperor Julian!
Maximus.
Go fearlessly forward, chosen son of victory!
