[They take Publia into their midst and go out towards the country.
The People by the Fountain.
Woe to us; the Galileans’ God is the strongest!
Other Voices.
What avail all our gods against this one?
Others again.
No offering! No worship! ’Twill incense the terrible one against us.
Julian.
Oh fools! You fear to incense a man long dead,—a false prophet—you shall have proof of it. He is a liar, I say! Wait but a little longer. Every day, every hour, may bring tidings from Jerusalem——
Jovian, much travel-stained, enters hastily, with a few