out of the city as rebels. I will no longer endure this defiance and scandal.
[The guard drives the lamenting crowd into the side streets. Only the Emperor and his suite remain behind. A man who has hitherto been hidden is now seen lying at the church door; he is in torn garments, and has ashes strewn on his head.
A Soldier.
[Stirring him with a lance-shaft.] Up, up; be off!
The Man.
[Looking up.] Tread under foot this salt without savour, rejected of the Lord!
Julian.
Oh everlasting gods!—Hekebolius
!The Courtiers.
Ah, so it is,—Hekebolius!
Hekebolius.
That is no longer my name! I am nameless. I have denied the baptism that gave me my name!
Julian.
Arise, friend? Your mind is distempered
Hekebolius.
Judas's brother is pestiferous. Away from me
Julian.
Oh feeble-hearted man