Nevita.
The battle hangs in the balance. Neither side gains ground.
[To Fromentius, who comes with a fresh troop from the right.
Ho, captain,—have you seen the Emperor?
Fromentinus.
Yes, sir; he is fighting at the head of the white horsemen.
Nevita.
Not wounded?
Fromentinus.
He seems invulnerable. Arrows and javelins swerve aside wherever he shows himself.
Ammian.
[Calling out from the thick of the fight.] Help, help; we can hold out no longer! Nevita. Forward, my bold Fromentinus! Fromentinus. [To the soldiers.] Shoulder to shoulder, and at them, Greeks! [He hastens to the help of Ammian; the mellay rolls backwards a little.
Anatolus, the Captain of the Guard, enters with followers from the right.
Anatolus.
Is not the Emperor here?
