To-night, without knowing it, you have yourself been his instrument. Oh, let me go forth to purge the world!
Gallus.
[Softly to the Emperor.] Humour him, sire; it will prevent his brooding on higher things.
The Empress.
I implore you, Constantius—set no bar to this vehement longing.
Hekebolius.
Great Emperor, let him go to Pergamus. I fear I am losing hold of him here, and now ’tis no longer of such moment.
The Emperor.
How could I deny you anything in such an hour? Go with God, Julian!
Julian.