No, no, no, ’tis not that Apollo; ’tis another one entirely;—this is the Sun-King—the great lyre-playing Apollo.
The Other Citizen.
Ah indeed; that Apollo! Is he better?
Phocion.
I should think so, indeed.—Look, look, there he comes. Oh, our most blessed Emperor!
The Emperor Julian, robed as a high priest, enters, surrounded by priests and servants of the temple. Courtiers and learned men, among whom is Hekebolius, have joined the procession; likewise citizens. Before the Emperor go flute-players and harpers. Soldiers and men of the city guard, with long staves, clear the way before the procession and on either side.
The Multitude.
[Clapping their hands.] Praise to the Emperor! Praise to Julian, hero and benefactor!
Phocion.
All hail to Julian and to the Sun-King! Long live Apollo!