Julian.
Nothing, nothing!
Maximus.
[Waving his wand once more.] Come forth, thou——!
[He stops suddenly, utters a shriek, and springs up from the table.
Ah! lightning in the night! I see it;—all art is in vain.
Julian.
[Rising.] Why? Speak, speak!
Maximus.
The third is not yet among the shades.