Julian.
Ah!
The Philosophers.
What a fortunate omen!
Hormisdas.
King Sapor calls himself the lion of the nations.
Numa.
[Busied at the altar.] Turn back; turn back, Emperor Julian!
Maximus.
Go fearlessly forward, chosen son of victory!
Julian.
Ah!
The Philosophers.
What a fortunate omen!
Hormisdas.
King Sapor calls himself the lion of the nations.
Numa.
[Busied at the altar.] Turn back; turn back, Emperor Julian!
Maximus.
Go fearlessly forward, chosen son of victory!