Julian.
[To the philosophers.] Rejoice, my friends! All will soon be well now.
Kytron.
Ah, gracious Emperor, have you discovered an expedient?
Julian.
There are expedients enough, Kytron; the only difficulty is to choose the best. We will slightly alter the line of advance——
Priscus.
Oh, praise be to your wisdom!
Julian.
This eastward march—it leads to nothing.