Kytron, for Diogenes' sake, let his ear be cut off? No, truly! I know you, whited sepulchres! Begone out of my sight;—I can do nothing with you!
[The philosophers slink away; the others also disperse, whispering anxiously. Only Oribases and Eutherius remain behind with the Emperor. Anatolus, the officer of the guard, still stands with his soldiers outside the tent.
Julian.
How strange! Is it not inconceivable, unfathomable? Oribases,—can you rede me this riddle?
Oribases.
What riddle do you mean, my Emperor?
Julian.
With twelve poor ignorant fishermen, he founded all this.
Oribases.
Oh sire, these thoughts exhaust you.
Julian.
And who has held it together until this day? Women and ignorant people, for the most part
Oribases.
Yes, yes, sire; but now the campaign will soon take a happy turn
Julian.
Very true, Oribases; as soon as fortune has taken a turn, all will be well. The dominion of
