Julian.
[In confusion.] And you dare to! The Philosopher. Ay, ay, you are wroth on your master's account, but Julian. Far from it; on the contrary—that is to say Listen; my place is somewhat near that young prince. I would gladly learn [Turns.] Go apart, Agathon; I must speak alone with this man. [Withdraws a few steps along with the the stranger.
You said "shine forth"? "Shine forth over
the empire?" What do you know, what can any
of you know, of Prince Julian?
The Philosopher.
Can Sirius be hidden by a cloud? Will not the restless wind tear a rift in it here or there, so that
Julian.
Speak plainly, I beg you.
The Philosopher.
The palace and the church are as a double cage wherein the prince is mewed up. But the cage is not close enough. Now and then he lets fall an enigmatic word; the court vermin—forgive me, sir—the courtiers spread it abroad in scorn; its
