Your lips are princely spendthrifts of praise, beloved of my soul!
Julian.
Far from it. And yet I had almost interrupted your homily for in this case, one of your colleagues will scarce find himself disappointed.
Libanius.
My friend is jesting.
Julian.
Your friend assures you that the two sons of the governor, Milo, are on board.
Libanius.
[Grasping his arm.] What do you say?
Julian.