Anatolus.
[Who has meanwhile had the tent struck.] My Emperor, now must you get to horse; I dare not let you remain here longer. Julian. Yes, now I will mount. Where is my good Babylonius? See now; sword in hand Come, my dear friends!
[All go out to the right.
SCENE SECOND. A marshy, wooded country. A dark, still lake among the trees. Watch-fires in the distance. Moonlight, with driving clouds.
Several soldiers on guard in the foreground.
Makrina and the Women.
[Singing without, on the left.
Woe to us! Woe!
Upon us all
God's wrath will fall!
Death we shall know!
One of the Soldiers.
[Listening.] Hark! Do you hear? The Galilean women are singing over yonder.
Another Soldier.
They sing like owls and night ravens.
A third Soldier.
Yet would I willingly be with them. 'Tis safer
