Cyrillus.
[Coming forward.] I will tell you. First and foremost I call myself a Christian, and that is a most honourable name; for it shall never be wiped away from the earth.
Furthermore, I bear the name of Cyrillus, and am known by that name among my brethren and sisters.
But if I keep the former name unspotted, I shall reap eternal life as a reward.
Julian.
You are mistaken, Cyrillus! You know I am not unversed in the mysteries of your creed. Believe me—he in whom you put your trust is not the being you imagine. He died, in very truth, at the time when the Roman, Pontius Pilate, was governor in Judea.
Cyrillus.
I am not mistaken. 'Tis you, oh Emperor, who err in this. 'Tis you, who repudiated Christ at the moment when he gave you dominion over the world.
Therefore I tell you, in his name, that he will quickly take from you both your dominion and your life; and then shall you recognise, too late, how mighty is he whom in your blindness you despise.
Yea, as you have forgotten his benefits, he will not remember his lovingkindness, when he shall rise up to punish you.
You have cast down his altars; he shall cast you down from your throne. You have taken delight in trampling his law under foot, that very law which you yourself once proclaimed to be-
