Jovian.
I shall do my duty, sire!
[He goes out to the right.
Julian.
We will not have this morning darkened, which rose amid so many happy omens. This, and more, will we bear with an even mind. But my dream shall none the less be published through the army. You, Kytron, and you, my Priscus, and my other friends, will see that this is done in a becoming manner.
The Philosophers.
With joy, with unspeakable joy, sire!
[They take the roll and go out to the right.
Julian.
I beg you, Hormisdas, not to doubt my power, although it may seem as though stubbornness met me on every hand. Go; and you too, Nevita, and all the rest, each to his post;—I will follow when the troops are all gathered out on the plains.