Basil.
Yes, that is he.
The Emperor Julian with several of his principal officers, escorted by a detachment of guards, with their captain Anatolus, enters from the left.
Julian.
[To his retinue.] Why talk of fatigue? Should the fall of a horse bring me to a standstill? Or is it less becoming to go on foot than to bestride an inferior animal? Fatigue! My ancestor said that it befits an Emperor to die standing. I say that it befits an Emperor, not only in the hour of death, but throughout his whole life, to set an example of endurance; I say—— Ah, by the great light of heaven! do I not see Basil of Caesarea before my eyes?
Basil.
[Bowing deeply.] Your meanest servant, oh most mighty lord!
Julian.
Ah, I know what that means! Truly you serve me well, Basil!
[Approaching.