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the emperor julian.
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Makrina.
A draught of water, sire?
[She holds a cup to his lips.
Oribases.
[Whispers to Makrina.] His wound bleeds inwardly.
Julian.
Do not weep. Let no Greek weep for me; I am ascending to the stars
Beautiful temples Pictures But so far away.
Makrina.
Of what is he talking?
Oribases.
I know not; I think his mind is wandering.
Julian.
[With closed eyes.] 'Twas given to Alexander to enter in triumph—into Babylon.—I too will Beautiful wreath—crown'd youths—dancing maidens,—but so far away.
Beautiful earth,—beautiful life
[He opens his eyes wide.
Oh, Helios, Helios—why didst thou betray me?
[He dies.
Oribases.
[After a pause.] That was death.
The Bystanders.
Dead—dead!
