Julian.
What think you I mean? Go, go; try what your art; save the Emperor's sister; the Emperor will be inconsolable if his thoughtful affection should bring any disaster in its train. Of course you know that those fruits were a gift from the Emperor?
Oribases.
Ah!
Julian.
Go, go, man,—try what your art
Oribases.
[Bowing reverently.] I believe my art will prove powerless, my lord!
[He goes out to the right.
Julian.
Ah, is it you, Sallust? What think you? The waves of fate are once more beginning to sweep over my race.
Sallust.
Oh, but rescue is at hand. Oribases will
Julian.
[Shortly and decisively.] The Princess will die.
Sallust.
Oh, if I dared speak! If I dared trace out the secret threads in this web of destruction!
Julian.
Be of good cheer, friend; all the threads shall be brought to light, and then
