[Sadly.] If only it were so now!—Where did I find the words of fire? The air seemed full of hymns of praise—a ladder from earth to heaven—[Gazes straight before him.] Did you see it?
Agathon.
What?
Julian.
The star that fell; there, behind the two cypresses. [Is silent a moment, then suddenly changes his tone.] Have I told you what my mother dreamed the night before I was born?
Agathon.
I do not recall it.
Julian.
No, no, I remember—I heard of it after we parted.
Agathon.