Agathon.
[To the prisoners.] Choose between Christ and the Emperor!
The Prisoners.
Glory to God in the highest!
Julian.
Terrible is the Galilean’s power of delusion. It must be broken. Pass them by, the abominable crew! They cloud our gladness; they darken the day with their brooding death-hunger!—Flute-players—men, women—why are you silent? A song—a song in praise of life, and light, and happiness.
The Procession of Apollo.
[Sings.
Gladsome with roses our locks to entwine;
Gladsome to bathe in the sunlight divine!