Bishop Maris.
Ay, lay hands upon me! But he who dares to do so, his hand shall wither. The God of Wrath shall manifest himself in his might——
Julian.
Your God is no mighty God. I will show you that the Emperor is stronger than he——
Bishop Maris.
Lost creature!—Then must I call down the ban upon thee, thou recreant son of the church!
Hekebolius.
[Pale.] My lord and Emperor, let not this thing be!
Bishop Maris.
[In a loud voice.] Cursed be thou, Julianus Apostata! Cursed be thou, Emperor Julian! God the Lord hath spat thee forth out of his mouth! Cursed be thine eyes and thy hands! Cursed be thy head and all thy doings!