Poor deluded creatures! When I hear madness thus speaking in you, I almost doubt whether I have the right to punish you.
Another Voice.
[Among the prisoners.] Stand aside; take not from us our crown of thorns.
Julian.
Night and horror,—what voice is that?
The Leader of the Guard.
’Twas this one, sire, who spoke.
[He pushes one of the prisoners forward, a young man, who leads a half-grown lad by the hand.
Julian.
[With a cry.] Agathon!