[He throws back his cloak, tears open his wounds and casts pieces of flesh at the Emperor’s feet.
—see—see—gorge yourself with the blood you thirst after! But as for me, know that I thirst after Jesus Christ alone.
[Shrieks of horror are heard among the crowd.
Many Voices.
This will bring disaster on us all!
Julian.
[Who has recoiled.] Hold the madman, lest he lay hands on us!
[The soldiers surround Cyrillus and drag him to the water basin; at the same moment the voices of singing women are heard to the right.
Julian.
Look there, Fromentinus—what strange company is that——?