Julian.
There is singing in the air. Can you not hear it?
Anatolus.
If it be so, it must be the Galileans
Julian.
Ay, be sure 'tis the Galileans, Ha-ha-ha, they fight in our ranks, and see not who stands on the other side. Oh fools, all of you! Where is Nevita? Why should he attack the Persians? Can he not see that 'tis not the Persians who are most dangerous?—You betray me, all of you.
Anatolus.
[Softly to one of the soldiers.] Hasten to the camp; bring hither the Emperor's physician?
[The soldier goes out to the right.
Julian.
What innumerable hosts! Think you they have caught sight of us, Anatolus?
Anatolus.
Who, sire? Where?
Julian.
Do you not see them—yonder—high up and far away! You lie! You see them well enough!
Anatolus.
By the immortal gods, they are only the morning clouds,—'tis the day dawning.
