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caesar's apostasy.
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feels the wreath of roses, which he tears off, bethinks himself long, and says softly:] That! I had forgotten that! [Casting the wreath away.] One thing alone have I learnt in Athens. Basil. What, Julian? Julian. The old beauty is no longer beautiful, and the new truth is no longer true. Libanius enters hastily through the colonnade on the right.
Libanius.
[Still in the distance.] Now we have him; now we have him!
Julian.
Him? I thought you would have had them both.
Libanius.
Both of whom?
Julian.
Milo's sons.
Libanius.
Ah, yes, I have them too. But we have <g>him</g>, my Julian!
Julian.
Whom, dear brother?
Libanius.
He has caught himself in his own net!
Julian.
Aha—a philosopher then?
