Julian.
No nearer, Oribases!
Helena.
Kill the priest, too! I will not see him after this. Thou knowest our sweet secret. Oh thou, my days’ desire, my nights’ delight! It was thou thyself—in the form of thy servant—in the oratory; yes, yes, thou wast there; it was thou—in the darkness, in the heavy air, in the shrouding incense-clouds, that night, when the Caesar growing beneath my heart——
Julian.
[Recoiling with a cry.] Ah!
Helena.
[With outstretched arms.] My lover and my lord! Mine, mine——!
[She falls swooning on the floor; the slave-girls hasten forward and crowd round her.
Julian.