Anatolus.
I did not hear you say so.
Kytron.
What? Did I not say so? Oh Priscus, did you not hear me say it?
Priscus.
Truly, I do not know, friend; but I know that I myself in vain denounced that luckless measure. Indeed I may say that I opposed the whole campaign at this time of year. What rash haste! Where were the Emperor's eyes? Is this the same hero who fought with such marvellous success upon the Rhine? One would think he had been struck with blindness or some spiritual disease.
Anatolus.
Hush, hush;—what talk is this?
Kytron.
'Twas indeed no fitting way for our Priscus to express himself. Yet I, too, cannot deny that I observe a deplorable lack of wisdom in many of the crowned philosopher's recent proceedings. How precipitate to set up his busts in the camp, and claim worship as if he were a god! How imprudent so openly to scoff at that strange teacher from Nazareth, who undeniably possesses a peculiar power, which might have stood us in good stead in these perilous conjunctures.
Ah! here comes Nevita himself. Now we shall hear
[Nevita comes out of the tent. In the
opening he turns and makes a sign to
some one within. The physician Oribases
immediately comes out.
