[He hastens out.
Basil.
Forgotten, ere your hand is cold. And for this pitiful splendour you sold your immortal soul!
Maximus.
[Rising.] The world-will shall answer for Julian’s soul!
Makrina.
Blaspheme not; though surely you have loved this dead man——
Maximus.
[Approaching the body.] Loved, and led him astray—Nay, not I!
Led astray like Cain. Led astray like Judas.—Your God is a spendthrift God, Galileans! He wears out many souls.