Julian.
All auguries for these forty days have been inauspicious; and that proves that we may place trust in them; for in all that time our affairs have made but scant headway. But now, you see, my Oribases,—now that I have a fresh enterprise in view
Ah! Maximus!
Maximus.
[Entering from the plain.] The army is already on the march, sire; get to horse!
Julian.
The auguries—the auguries?
Maximus.
Oh—the auguries! Ask not about the auguries.
Julian.
Speak! I demand to know what they say.
Maximus.
All auguries are silent.
Julian.
Silent?
Maximus.
I went to the priests; the entrails of the sacrifices gave no sign. I went to the Etruscan jugglers; the flight and cries of the birds said nothing. I went also to the Magians; their writings had no answer to give. And I myself
Julian.
You yourself, my Maximus?
