Let nothing fall into the water, my joyous Gregory! Remember, what you carry is more precious than gold.
Julian.
[Standing close beside him.] Your pardon,—is aught that a man may carry more precious than gold?
The Philosopher.
Can you buy back the fruits of your life for gold?
Julian.
True; true. But why, then, do you entrust them to the treacherous waters?
The Philosopher.
The favour of man is more treacherous still.
Julian.