Julian.
Such flames of madness do these writings kindle over the earth!
And do I not well to burn them?
Wait! Ere a year has passed the Temple of the Jews shall stand again on Zion hill,—the splendour of its golden dome shining over the world, and testifying: Liar, liar, liar!
[He goes hastily away, followed by the philosophers.
SCENE THIRD.
A road outside the city. To the left, by the wayside, stands a statue of Cybele amid the stumps of hewn-down trees. At a little distance to the left is a fountain, with a stone basin. It is towards sunset.
On a step at the foot of the goddess’s statue sits an old priest, with a covered basket in his lap. A number of men and women carry water from the fountain. Passers-by are seen on the road. From the left enters the dyer Phocion, meanly clad, with a great bundle on his head. He meets Eunapius the barber, who comes from the city.
Phocion.
Aha!—my friend Eunapius in full court dress!