[He dies.
Oribases.
[After a pause.] That was death.
The Bystanders.
Dead—dead!
Oribases.
Yes, now he is dead.
[Basil and Makrina kneel in prayer. Eutherius veils his head. A sound of drums and trumpets is heard in the distance.
Shouts from the Camp.
Long live the Emperor Jovian!