Julian.
Ah!
[He tries to seize the Emperor’s hands, as if in joy.
The Emperor.
[Waving him aside.] Away from me! What would you? Is not Gallus the elder? What hopes have you been cherishing? What rumours have you, in your blind presumption——? Away; away!
Gallus.
I—I Caesar!
The Emperor.
My heir and my successor. In three days you will set out for the army in Asia. I know the Persian war is much on your mind——
Gallus.