Beautiful temples—— Pictures—— But so far away.
Makrina.
Of what is he talking?
Oribases.
I know not; I think his mind is wandering.
Julian.
[With closed eyes.] ’Twas given to Alexander to enter in triumph—into Babylon.—I too will—— Beautiful wreath—crown’d youths—dancing maidens,—but so far away.
Beautiful earth,—beautiful life——
[He opens his eyes wide.
Oh, Helios, Helios—why didst thou betray me?