The guilt be on thy head.
[He waves his wand and calls.
Take shape and come to sight, thou first-elected lamb of sacrifice!
Julian.
Ah!
Maximus.
[With veiled face.] What seest thou?
Julian.
[In a low voice.] There he lies; just by the corner.—He is great as Hercules, and beautiful,—yet no, not——
[Hesitatingly.