Nay, nay! Is not truth here, where Libanius is?
The Philosopher.
[Looking hard at him.] H’m!—Libanius? Libanius will soon be silent. Libanius is weary of the strife, my lord!
Julian.
Weary? He—the invulnerable, the ever-victorious——?
The Philosopher.
He is weary of waiting for his peer.
Julian.
Now you jest, stranger! Where can Libanius hope to find his peer?
The Philosopher.