Maximus.
Sin lies only in thy sense of sinfulness.
Julian.
Roses in the hair! Sparkling wine! [He casts himself down on one of the couches beside the table, drains a full goblet, puts it hastily from him, and asks:] Ah! What was in the wine?
Maximus.
A spark of that fire which Prometheus stole.
[He reclines at the opposite side of the table.
Julian.
My senses exchange their functions; I hear brightness and I see music.
Maximus.