Stay here!—Anatolus, set a guard about them!—’Tis my will that you shall follow the army—both you and your disciples,—youths and women.
Basil.
Sire, you cannot desire this!
Julian.
’Tis not wise to leave fortresses in our rear. See, I stretch forth my hand and quench the burning shower of arrows which you have sent forth from yonder villa.
Basil.
Nay, nay, sire—this deed of violence——
Makrina.
Alas, Basil—here or elsewhere—all is over.
Julian.