Where are you now, oh white-sailed fleet, that sped to and fro in the sunlight and carried tidings between earth and heaven?
The fleet is burnt. That fleet too is burnt. Oh all my shining ships.
Tell me, Maximus—what do you believe as to this?
Maximus.
I believe in you.
Julian.
Yes, yes—believe!
Maximus.
The world-will has resigned its power into your hands; therefore it is silent.
Julian.