Where is the ship with the body?
Nevita.
There it comes.
Julian.
That long boat?
Nevita.
Yes, most gracious Emperor.
Julian.
My poor kinsman! So great in life; and now to have to content you with so low a roof! Now you will not strike your forehead against the coffin-lid, you who bowed your head in riding through the Arch of Constantine.
A Citizen among the Spectators.