Fromentinus.
My gracious Emperor, ’tis the psalm-singers——
Julian.
Ah, that band of raving women——
Fromentinus.
The governor Alexander has taken from them some writings which they hold sacred. They are going out of the city to weep at the graves of the Christians.
Julian.
[With clenched hands.] Defiance; defiance—from men and women alike!
[Old Publia, and many other women, come along the road.
Publia.