Not here, then! Do battle with, the lions? Where, where? Oh, where shall I find light?
Prince Gallus, a handsome, strongly-built man of five-and-twenty, with light curly hair, and fully armed, enters by the avenue on the left.
Julian.
[Rushing up to him.] Gallus!
Gallus.
What now? [Points to Agathon.] Who is that man?
Julian.
Agathon.
Gallus.
What Agathon? You have so many strange companions——Ah, by heaven, it is the Cappadocian! You have grown quite a man——