They are only barbarian auxiliaries who are coming in—Batavians and others—and they know nothing.
Helena.
[Wringing her hands.] Oh, have I deserved this torture? Sweet, holy Christ, have I not called upon Thee day and night——
[She listens and screams out.
Ah, my Julian! I hear him!—Julian; my beloved!
Julian Caesar.
[In dusty armour, enters hastily by the back.] Helena!
Eutherius.
My noble Caesar!
Julian.