Libanius.
Oh, my crowned friend, what a transcendent favour!
Julian.
And now to the fencing-hall. Then, my friends, we will walk through the streets, to give these insolent townsfolk a profitable example of sobriety in dress and simplicity in manners.
Oribases.
Through the streets, sire? In this midday heat——
A Courtier.
Pray, sire, let me be excused; I feel extremely unwell——
Heraclius.
I too, most gracious lord! All this morning I have been struggling against a feeling of nausea——