Ammian.
[To the Subaltern.] Forward; we have no time to waste.
The Subaltern.
[To the soldiers.] Forward, forward!
Agathon.
Babylonius fell;—soon shall the Babylonian whoremonger fall likewise. The lion of Zaita was slain—the crowned lion of the earth is doomed!
[The soldiers are driven out to the right.
Ammian.
[To Basil and Makrina.] You strange people;—you go astray and yet you do good. Thanks for your refreshment to the weary; and would that my duty to the Emperor permitted me to treat your brethren as forbearingly as I should desire.
[He goes off to the right.