Say no, Julian! ’Tis the wings of destruction they would fasten on your shoulders.
Leontes.
Who are you, that defy the Emperor?
Gregory.
My name is Gregory; I am the son of the Bishop of Nazianzus;—do with me what you will.
Julian.
He is my friend and brother; let no one touch him!
[A great crowd has meanwhile filled the outer court.
Basil of Caesarea.
[Making his way through the crowd.] Take not the purple, Julian!