Oribases.
Last night he had well nigh shortened his life. Fortunately Eutherius was at hand——; oh speak of it to no one!
Nevita.
Do not lose sight of him.
Priscus.
[Drawing near.] It would greatly relieve our minds to hear what the council of war——?
Nevita.
Pardon me; I have weighty matters to attend to.
[He goes out behind the tent.
At the same moment Jovian enters from the opening.