Oribases.
[Retiring a step.] Noble Caesar, it is my duty to disobey you in this.
Julian.
What think you I mean? Go, go; try what your art——; save the Emperor’s sister; the Emperor will be inconsolable if his thoughtful affection should bring any disaster in its train. Of course you know that those fruits were a gift from the Emperor?
Oribases.
Ah!
Julian.
Go, go, man,—try what your art——
Oribases.
[Bowing reverently.] I believe my art will prove powerless, my lord!