No, no, no——!
Agathon.
Oh, let me kneel thus!
Julian.
Oh, Agathon, it is a sin and a mockery to kneel to me. If you but knew how sinful I have become. Hekebolius, my beloved teacher, is sorely concerned about me, Agathon. He could tell you——
How thick and moist your hair has grown; and how it curls.—But Mardonius—how goes it with him? His hair must be almost white now?
Agathon.
It is snow-white.
Julian.
How well Mardonius could interpret Homer! I am[Homer! I am] sure my old Mardonius has not his like at that.—Heroes embattled against heroes—and the gods above fanning the flames. I saw it all, as with my eyes.