Laipso.
[A Subaltern.] That is true; the fault is Caesar’s.
Julian.
Ah, is that you, Laipso! My gallant friend, is that you? You fought well at Argentoratum.
Laipso.
Caesar has not forgotten that?
Varro.
[A Subaltern.] But he forgets his promises!
Julian.
Was not that the voice of the undaunted Varro? Ah, there he is! Your wound is healed, I see. Oh, well-deserving soldier,—why would they not let me make you captain?