Julian.
Here is no sign against sign. Maximus, Maximus, seer though you be, you have been blind. Robe me in the purple!
[The Quaestor Leontes attires him in the mantle.
Basil.
It is done!
Maximus.
[Murmurs to himself with upstretched hands.] Light and victory be to him who wills!
Leontes.
And now to the Governor’s palace; the people would fain greet Caesar.
Julian.