The Other Citizen.
Ah indeed; <g>that</g> Apollo! Is he better?
Phocion.
I should think so, indeed.—Look, look, there he comes. Oh, our most blessed Emperor!
The Emperor Julian, robed as a high priest, enters, surrounded by priests and servants of the temple. Courtiers and learned men, among whom is Hekebolius, have joined the procession; likewise citizens. Before the Emperor go flute-players and harpers. Soldiers and men of the city guard, with long staves, clear the way before the procession and on either side.
The Multitude.
[Clapping their hands.] Praise to the Emperor! Praise to Julian, hero and benefactor!
Phocion.
All hail to Julian and to the Sun-King! Long live Apollo!
The Citizens.
[In the foreground, on the right.] Emperor, Emperor, stay long among us!
[Julian makes a sign for the procession to stop.
Julian.
Citizens of Antioch! It were hard for me to name anything that could more rejoice my heart than these inspiriting acclamations. And my heart stands sorely in need of this refreshment.
It was with a downcast spirit that I set forth
