Hide your little ones against your breasts. Let not their eyes behold the monster.
Julian.
Aha, are not these all Galileans? What do you here in the sunshine, in the open street, you spawn of darkness?
Gregory.
You have closed our churches; therefore we stand without and praise the Lord our God.
Julian.
Ah, is that you, Gregory? So you still linger here. But beware; my patience will not last for ever.
Gregory.
I seek not a martyr’s death; I do not even desire it; but if it be allotted me, I shall glory in dying for Christ.
Julian.