What mean you, my son?
Julian.
Hekebolius, how could you write those shameful verses?
Hekebolius.
I? I swear by all that is high and holy——
Julian.
I see in your eyes that you are lying! I have full assurance that you wrote them. How could you do it, I ask—and under the name of Libanius, too?
Hekebolius.
Well, well, my dearly beloved, since you know it, I——
Julian.