Lie quiet? You remind me! I must be up!
Oribases.
Impossible, sire; I implore you——
Julian.
I must up, I say. How can I lie quiet now? I must utterly vanquish Sapor.
Eutherius.
Sapor is vanquished, sire! He has sent envoys to the camp to beg for a truce.
Julian.
Has he, indeed? That is good news. So him, at least, I have conquered.
But no truce. I will crush him to the earth.—Ah, where is my shield? Have I lost my shield?