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the emperor julian.
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flight. Three noblemen have even now arrived as envoys from King Sapor, to beg for a truce.
Priscus.
And think you Nevita will accede to it?
Ammian.
Nevita has yielded up the command to Jovian. All flock around him. All see in him our one hope of safety
Oribases.
Speak low; he moves.
Ammian.
He moves. Mayhap he is awakening to consciousness! Oh, if he should live to see this!
Eutherius.
What, Ammian?
Ammian.
Both soldiers and leaders are taking counsel as to the choice of the new Emperor.
Priscus.
What say you?
Eutherius.
Oh, what shameful haste!
Ammian.
The perilous situation of the army partly excuses it; and yet
Makrina.
He is waking;—he opens his eyes
[Julian lies for a time quite still, looking kindly at the bystanders.
