Julian.
[Commanding with clenched hand.] Swell into a storm! More westerly! I command it!
Fromentinus.
[Enters from the right.] Most gracious Emperor,—suffer me to warn you. A dangerous disturbance has broken out in the camp.
Julian.
I will have no more disturbances. The army shall advance.
Fromentinus.
Yes, my Emperor,—but the refractory Galileans——
Julian.
The Galileans? What of them?