Julian.
As to the choice of my successor, I presume not to give any advice.—You, Eutherius, will divide my possessions among those who have stood nearest to me. I do not leave much; for I have always held that a true philosopher——
What is this? Is the sun already setting?
Oribases.
Not so, my Emperor; ’tis still broad day.
Julian.
Strange! It seemed to me to turn quite dark——
Ah, wisdom—wisdom. Hold fast to wisdom, good Priscus! But be always armed against an unfathomable something without us, which——
Is Maximus gone?
Maximus.