It calls again. Oh, then it is true!
Julian.
What is true?
Sallust.
That you abide down here with a mysterious stranger, a soothsayer or a magician, who came to you by night.
Julian.
Ha-ha; do they say that? Go, go!
Sallust.
I conjure you, my lord,—have done with these noxious dreams. Come with me; come up to the light of day!
The Voice.