Varro.
What? As he returned, beaten, from the Danube?
Julian.
As he returned from the Danube, he held a triumph for our victories——
Decentius.
[Threateningly.] Noble Caesar, reflect——!
Julian.
Yes, the Tribune says well; reflect how our Emperor’s mind must be clouded, when he can do such things! Oh, my sorely afflicted kinsman! When he rode into Rome through the mighty arch of Constantine, he fancied himself so tall that he bent his back and bowed his head down to his saddle-bow.
Maurus.
Like a cock in a doorway.