Oribases.
And now, when every instant is precious——
Maximus.
[Whispering uneasily, as he shifts his place.] These gliding, clammy shadows! Faugh! The slimy things crawling underfoot——!
Oribases.
[Listening.] The turmoil waxes, Eutherius! It is the soldiers; listen, listen!
Eutherius.
It is the song in the church——
Oribases.
No, ’tis the soldiers!—here they come!