Fromentinus, lead this man to prison, and let the executioner Typhon give him as many lashes with the scourge as are needful to make him confess that the Emperor, and not the Galilean, has all power upon earth.
Gregory.
Be strong, Cyrillus, my brother!
Cyrillus.
[With upraised hands.] How blessed am I, to suffer for the glory of God!
[The soldiers seize and drag him out.
The Women.
[With tears and sobs.] Woe to us! Woe, woe, to the apostate!
Julian.
Disperse these maniacs! Let them be driven out of the city as rebels. I will no longer endure this defiance and scandal.