There he stands!
Maximus.
Who? Where?
Julian.
Do you see him? There, among the tree-stems—in a crown and a purple robe——
Maximus.
’Tis the moon glimmering on the water. Come—come, my Julian!
Julian.
[Going threateningly towards the vision.] Avaunt! Thou art dead! Thy empire is past. Off with the juggler’s cloak, carpenter’s son!
What dost thou there? At what art thou hammering?—Ah!