Julian!
Julian.
To the bacchanal, friends![friends!]
[Gregory of Nazianzus looks at him a moment; then he goes off through the colonnade to the left. A large troop of scholars, with the newcomers among them, rushes into the square, amid shouts and noise.
Basil.
[Coming nearer.] Julian, will you listen to me!
Julian.
See, see! They have taken their new friends to the bath, and anointed their hair. See how they swing their cudgels; how they yell and thump the pavement! What say you, Pericles? Methinks I can hear your wrathful shade——
Basil.
Come, come!