To Egypt. I would fain go to Egypt, if you think fit. So many go thither—into the great solitude.
The Emperor.
Into the great solitude? Ha! In solitude one broods. I forbid you to brood.
Julian.
I will not brood, if only you will let me——Here my anguish of soul increases day by day. Evil thoughts flock around me. For nine days I have worn a hair shirt, and it has not protected me; for nine nights I have lashed myself with thongs, but scourging does not banish them.
The Emperor.
We must be steadfast, Julian! Satan is very busy in all of us. Speak with Hekebolius——
The Slave Memnon.
[To the Emperor.] It is time now——
The Emperor.