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caesar's apostasy.
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Helena.
[Tearing her hand away.] Faugh! there he was again!
Julian.
She does not see me. Here, here, Helena!
Helena.
The loathsome creature;—he is always about me.
Julian.
What does she mean?
Oribases.
Stand apart, gracious lord!
Helena.
Sweet stillness! He does not dream; oh my Gallus!
Julian.
Gallus!
Oribases.
Go, noble Caesar; it is not meet!
Helena.
How boldly your close-curling hair curves over your neck! Oh that short, thick neck
Julian.
Abyss of all abysses!
Oribases.
The delirium is increasing
