Ah, why talk of will? I see a hand writing on the wall; soon I shall interpret the writing.
Gregory.
Come, Basil.
Julian.
[With outstretched arms.] Oh, my friends, my friends!
Gregory.
Between us there is a gulf from this day forward.
[He drags Basil with him; both go out to the right.
Julian.
[Looking after them.] Ay, go! Go, go!—What do you two learned men know? What bring you from the city of wisdom? You, my strong, masterful Gregory,—and you, Basil, more girl than man—you know only two streets in Athens, the street to the schools, and the street to the church; of the third street toward Eleusis and further, you know naught; and still less——. Ah!