Basil.
[Rising.] Then we shall have a night of tumult. Come, Gregory; let us not witness all this unseemliness.
Gregory.
[Points to the left.] Look yonder. Is that a pleasanter sight?
Basil.
Prince Julian——; with roses in his hair, his face aflame——
Gregory.
Ay, and after him that reeling, glassy-eyed crew. Hear how the halting tongues babble with wine! They have sat the whole day in Lykon’s tavern.
Basil.
And many of them are our own brethren, Gregory; they are Christian youths——