Julian.
[Attempts to rise, but falls back again, and cries:] Thou hast conquered, Galilean!
Many Voices.
The Emperor has fallen!
Anatolus.
The Emperor is wounded! Shield him—shield him, in the name of the gods!
[He casts himself despairingly against the advancing Persians. The Emperor is carried away senseless. At that moment, Jovian comes forward upon the plain with fresh troops.
Jovian.
On—on, believing brethren; give Caesar what is Caesar’s!
Retreating Soldiers.