Tis hard on us poor folk that the new Emperor is so much in love with the gods.
Another Woman.
Nay, Dione, say not so. Ought we not all to love the gods?
The First Woman.
Maybe, maybe; but ’tis hard on us none the less——
One of the Men.
[Points to the right.] Look—there he comes.
The Emperor Julian advances in priestly attire, with a sacrificial knife. Many philosophers, priests, and servants surround him, along with his guard. After them comes a crowd of people, some mocking, some indignant.
One of the Newcomers.
There stands the goddess. Now you shall see sport.