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caesar's apostasy.
[act iv.
Oribases.
Well? Well?
Myrrha.
Some fruits; they were peaches, I think;—oh, I know not
Julian.
Fruits! Peaches? Some of those which?
Myrrha.
Yes—no—yes; I do not know, my lord; it was two Nubians
Julian.
Help, help, Oribases!
Oribases.
Alas, I fear
Julian.
No, no, no!
Oribases.
Hush, gracious lord; she is coming to herself.
Helena.
[Whispering.] Why did the sun go down? Oh holy mysterious darkness!
Julian.
Helena! Listen; collect your thoughts
Oribases.
My noble Princess
Julian.
It is the physician, Helena! [He takes her hand.] No, here, where I stand.
