Julian.
Sintula,—would you disarm your Caesar?
Sintula.
Caesar has ever undervalued me. Caesar has never forgiven me the fact of his having to endure about his person a Master of the Horse chosen by the Emperor.
Julian.
The Emperor is great and wise; he chooses well.
Sintula.
My lord,—I long to set about my duty; may I beg to see the Emperor’s commission?
Julian.
[Handing him one of the papers.] Here is the Emperor’s commission. Go, and do your duty.