three hundred men are to be drafted off, and are likewise to join the
Emperor by the shortest route.
SINTULA.
Ah! This is——?
JULIAN.
Well planned, is it not? Every branch of the army is to be set against
me, that I may the more easily be disarmed.
SINTULA.
And I tell you, my lord, that not one of your generals will lend himself
to such a design.
JULIAN.
My generals are not to be led into temptation. You are the man.
SINTULA.
I, my Caesar!
JULIAN.
Here it is written. The Emperor commissions you to take all necessary
measures, and then to lead the chosen detachments to Rome.
SINTULA.
This task assigned to me? With men here like Florentius and old
Severus——
JULIAN.
You have no victories to your discredit, Sintula!
SINTULA.
No, that is true. I have never been allowed an opportunity of showing——
JULIAN.
I have been unjust to you. Thanks for your fidelity.
SINTULA.
So great an imperial honour! My lord, may I see——
JULIAN.
What would you see? You surely would not lend yourself to such a design.
SINTULA.
God forbid that I should disobey the Emperor!
JULIAN.
Sintula,—would you disarm your Caesar?
SINTULA.
Caesar has ever undervalued me. Caesar has never forgiven me the fact of
his having to endure about his person a Master of the Horse chosen by
the Emperor.
JULIAN.
The Emperor is great and wise; he chooses well.
SINTULA.
My lord,—I long to set about my duty; may I beg to see the Emperor’s
commission?
JULIAN.
[_Handing him one of the papers._] Here is the Emperor’s commission. Go,
and do your duty.
MYRRHA.
[_Entering hastily from the right._] Oh merciful Redeemer!
JULIAN.
Myrrha! What is the matter?
MYRRHA.
Oh kind heaven, my mistress——
JULIAN.
Your mistress,—what of her?
MYRRHA.
Sickness or frenzy——; help, help!
JULIAN.
Helena sick! The physician! Oribases must come, Sintula! Summon him!
[_SINTULA goes out by the back. JULIAN is hastening out to the
right, when at the door he meets the PRINCESS HELENA,
surrounded by female slaves. Her countenance is wild and
distorted, her hair and clothes are in disorder._
HELENA.
Loosen the comb! Loosen the comb, I say! It is red hot. My hair is on
fire; I burn, I burn!
JULIAN.
Helena! For God’s pity’s sake——!
HELENA.
Will no one help me? They are killing me with needle-pricks!
JULIAN.
My Helena! What has befallen you?
HELENA.
Myrrha, Myrrha! Save me from the women, Myrrha!
THE PHYSICIAN ORIBASES.
[_Entering from the back._] What horror do I hear——? Is it true? Ah!
JULIAN.
Helena! My love, light of my life——!
HELENA.
Away from me! Oh sweet Jesus, help!
[_She half swoons among the slave-girls._
JULIAN.
She is raving. What can it be, Oribases?—See—see her eyes, how large——!
ORIBASES.
[_To MYRRHA._] What has the Princess taken? What has she been eating or
drinking?
JULIAN.
Ah, you think——?
ORIBASES.
Answer, women; what have you given the Princess?
MYRRHA.
_We_? Oh nothing, I swear; she herself——
ORIBASES.
Well? Well?
MYRRHA.
Some fruits; they were peaches, I think;—oh, I know not——
JULIAN.
Fruits! Peaches? Some of those which——?
MYRRHA.
Yes—no—yes; I do not know, my lord; it was two Nubians——
JULIAN.
Help, help, Oribases!
ORIBASES.
Alas, I fear——
JULIAN.
No, no, no!
ORIBASES.
Hush, gracious lord; she is coming to herself.
HELENA.
[_Whispering._] Why did the sun go down? Oh holy mysterious darkness!
JULIAN.
Helena! Listen; collect your thoughts——
ORIBASES.
My noble Princess——
JULIAN.
It is the physician, Helena! [_He takes her hand._] No, here, where I
stand.
HELENA.
[_Tearing her hand away._] Faugh! there he was again!
JULIAN.
She does not see me. Here, here, Helena!
HELENA.
The loathsome creature;—he is always about me.
JULIAN.
What does she mean?
ORIBASES.
Stand apart, gracious lord——!
HELENA.
Sweet stillness! He does not dream——; oh my Gallus!
JULIAN.
Gallus!
ORIBASES.
Go, noble Caesar; it is not meet——!
HELENA.
How boldly your close-curling hair curves over your neck! Oh that short,
thick neck——
JULIAN.
Abyss of all abysses——!
ORIBASES.
The delirium is increasing——
JULIAN.
I see, I see. We must take note, Oribases!
HELENA.
[_Laughing softly._] Now he would be taking notes again.—Ink on his
fingers; book-dust in his hair—unwashed; faugh, faugh, how he stinks.
MYRRHA.
My lord, shall I not——?
JULIAN.
Away with you, woman!
HELENA.
How could you let yourself be conquered by him, you great-limbed,
bronzed barbarian? He cannot conquer women. How I loathe this impotent
virtue.
JULIAN.
Stand apart, all of you! Not so near, Oribases! I myself will watch the
Princess.
HELENA.
Art thou wroth with me, thou glorious one? Gallus is dead. Beheaded.
What a blow that must have been! Be not jealous, oh my first and last?
Burn Gallus in hell fire;—it was none but thou, thou, thou——!
JULIAN.
No nearer, Oribases!
HELENA.
Kill the priest, too! I will not see him after this. Thou knowest our
sweet secret. Oh thou, my days’ desire, my nights’ delight! It was thou
thyself—in the form of thy servant—in the oratory; yes, yes, thou wast
there; it was thou—in the darkness, in the heavy air, in the shrouding
incense-clouds, that night, when the Caesar growing beneath my heart——
JULIAN.
[_Recoiling with a cry._] Ah!
HELENA.
[_With outstretched arms._] My lover and my lord! Mine, mine——!
[_She falls swooning on the floor; the slave-girls hasten
forward and crowd round her._
JULIAN.
[_Stands for a moment immovable; then shakes his clenched fist in the
air, and cries_:] Galilean!
[_The slave-girls carry the Princess out on the right; at the
same moment the Knight SALLUST comes hastily in by the door
in the back._
SALLUST.
The Princess in a swoon! Oh, then it is true!
JULIAN.
[_Grasps the Physician by the arm, and leads him aside._] Tell me the
truth. Did you know before to-day that——; you understand me; have you
known aught of——the Princess’s condition?
ORIBASES.
I, like every one else, my lord.
JULIAN.
And you said naught to me, Oribases!
ORIBASES.
Of what, my Caesar?
JULIAN.
How dared you conceal it from me?
ORIBASES.
My lord, there was one thing we none of us knew.
JULIAN.
And that was?
ORIBASES.
That Caesar knew nothing. [_He is going._]
JULIAN.
Where are you going?
ORIBASES.
To try the remedies my art prescribes——
JULIAN.
I believe your art will prove powerless.
ORIBASES.
My lord, it is yet possible that——
JULIAN.
Powerless, I tell you!
ORIBASES.
[_Retiring a step._] Noble Caesar, it is my duty to disobey you in this.
JULIAN.
What think you I mean? Go, go; try what your art——; save the Emperor’s
sister; the Emperor will be inconsolable if his thoughtful affection
should bring any disaster in its train. Of course you know that those
fruits were a gift from the Emperor?
ORIBASES.
Ah!
JULIAN.
Go, go, man,—try what your art——
ORIBASES.
[_Bowing reverently._] I believe my art will prove powerless, my lord!
[_He goes out to the right._
JULIAN.
Ah, is it you, Sallust? What think you? The waves of fate are once more
beginning to sweep over my race.
SALLUST.
Oh, but rescue is at hand. Oribases will——
JULIAN.
[_Shortly and decisively._] The Princess will die.
SALLUST.
Oh, if I dared speak! If I dared trace out the secret threads in this
web of destruction!
JULIAN.
Be of good cheer, friend; all the threads shall be brought to light, and
then——
DECENTIUS.
[_Entering from the back._] How shall I look Caesar in the face! How
inscrutable are the ways of God! Crushed to earth——; oh that you could
but read my heart! That I should be the harbinger of sorrow and
disaster——!
JULIAN.
Yes, that you may say twice over, noble Decentius! And how shall I find
soft and specious enough terms to bring this in any endurable guise to
the ears of her imperial brother!
DECENTIUS.
Alas that such a thing should happen so close upon the coming of my
mission! And just at this moment! Oh, what a thunderbolt from a
cloudless sky of hope!
JULIAN.
Oh, this towering and devouring tempest, just as the ship seemed running
into the long-desired haven! Oh, this—this——! Sorrow makes us eloquent,
Decentius,—you as well as me. But first to business. The two Nubians
must be seized and examined.
DECENTIUS.
The Nubians, my lord? Could you dream that my indignant zeal would for
another instant suffer the two negligent servants to——?
JULIAN.
What! Surely you have not already——?
DECENTIUS.
Call me hasty, if you will, noble Caesar. But my love to the Emperor and
to his sorrow-stricken house would in truth be less than it is if, in
such an hour, I were capable of calm reflection.
JULIAN.
Have you killed both the slaves?
DECENTIUS.
Had not their negligence deserved a sevenfold death? They were two
heathen savages, my lord! Their testimony would have been worthless; it
was impossible to wring anything out of them, save that they had left
their precious charge standing for some time unwatched in the
antechamber, accessible to every one——
JULIAN.
Aha! Had they indeed, Decentius?
DECENTIUS.
I accuse no one. But oh, beloved Caesar, I bid you beware; for you are
surrounded by faithless servants. Your court—by an unhappy
misunderstanding!—fancies that some sort of disfavour—or what should I
call it?—is implied in the measures which the Emperor has found it
necessary to adopt; in short——
SINTULA.
[_Entering from the back._] My lord, you have imposed on me a charge I
can in no way fulfil.
JULIAN.
The Emperor imposed it, good Sintula!
SINTULA.
Relieve me of it, my lord; it is utterly beyond me.
DECENTIUS.
What has happened?
SINTULA.
The camp is in wild revolt. The legions and the allies are banding
together——
DECENTIUS.
Rebelling against the Emperor’s will!
SINTULA.
The soldiers are shouting that they appeal to Caesar’s promises.
JULIAN.
Hark! hark! that roar outside——!
SINTULA.
The rioters are rushing hither——
DECENTIUS.
Let no one enter!
SALLUST.
[_At the window._] Too late; the whole courtyard is filled with angry
soldiers.
DECENTIUS.
Caesar’s precious life is in danger! Where is Florentius?
SINTULA.
Fled.
DECENTIUS.
The blustering coward! And Severus?
SINTULA.
Severus feigns sickness; he has driven out to his farm.
JULIAN.
I myself will speak to the madmen.
DECENTIUS.
Not a step, noble Caesar!
JULIAN.
What now?
DECENTIUS.
’Tis my duty, gracious lord; the Emperor’s command—; his beloved
kinsman’s life—; Caesar is my prisoner.
SALLUST.
Ah!
JULIAN.
So it has come at last!
DECENTIUS.
The household guard, Sintula! You must conduct Caesar in safety to Rome.
JULIAN.
To Rome!
SINTULA.
What say you, my lord?
DECENTIUS.
To Rome, I say!
JULIAN.
Like Gallus! [_He shouts through the window._] Help, help!
SALLUST.
Fly, my Caesar! Fly, fly!
_Wild cries are heard without. Soldiers of the Roman legions, Batavian
auxiliaries, and other allies climb in through the window. At the
same time, others swarm in by the door at the back. Amongst the
foremost is the Standard-Bearer MAURUS; women, some with children
in their arms, follow the intruders._
CRIES AMONG THE SOLDIERS.
Caesar, Caesar!
OTHER VOICES.
Caesar, why have you betrayed us?
AGAIN OTHERS.
Down with the faithless Caesar!
JULIAN.
[_Casts himself with outstretched arms into the midst of the soldiers,
crying_:] Fellow-soldiers, brothers in arms,—save me from my enemies!
DECENTIUS.
Ah, what is this——?
WILD CRIES.
Down with Caesar! Strike him down!
JULIAN.
Close round me in a circle; draw your swords!
MAURUS.
They are drawn already!
WOMEN.
Strike him, cut him down!
JULIAN.
I thank you for coming! Maurus! Honest Maurus! Yes, yes; you I can
trust.
A BATAVIAN SOLDIER.
How dare you send us to the ends of the earth? Was _that_ what you swore
to us?
OTHER ALLIES.
Not over the Alps! We are not bound to go!
JULIAN.
Not to Rome! I will not go; they would murder me, as they murdered my
brother Gallus!
MAURUS.
What say you, my lord?
DECENTIUS.
Do not believe him!
JULIAN.
Lay no finger on the noble Decentius; the fault is not his.
LAIPSO.
[_A Subaltern._] That is true; the fault is Caesar’s.
JULIAN.
Ah, is that you, Laipso! My gallant friend, is that you? You fought well
at Argentoratum.
LAIPSO.
Caesar has not forgotten that?
VARRO.
[_A Subaltern._] But he forgets his promises!
JULIAN.
Was not that the voice of the undaunted Varro? Ah, there he is! Your
wound is healed, I see. Oh, well-deserving soldier,—why would they not
let me make you captain?
VARRO.
Was it indeed your wish?
JULIAN.
Blame not the Emperor for refusing my request. The Emperor knows none of
you as I know you.
DECENTIUS.
Soldiers, hear me——!
MANY VOICES.
We have nothing to do with the Emperor!
OTHERS.
[_Pressing forward menacingly._] It is Caesar we call to account!
JULIAN.
What power has your hapless Caesar, my friends? They would take me to
Rome. They deny even the control of my private affairs. They seize upon
my share of the spoils of war. I thought to give every soldier five gold
pieces and a pound of silver, but——
THE SOLDIERS.
What does he say?
JULIAN.
’Tis not the Emperor who forbids it, but bad and envious councillors.
The Emperor is good, my dear friends! But oh, the Emperor is sick; he
can do nothing——
MANY SOLDIERS.
Five gold pieces and a pound of silver!
OTHER SOLDIERS.
And that they deny us!
OTHERS AGAIN.
Who dares deny Caesar anything?
MAURUS.
Is it thus they treat Caesar, the soldiers’ father?
LAIPSO.
Caesar, who has been rather our friend than our master? Is it not true?
MANY VOICES.
Yes, yes, it is!
VARRO.
Should not Caesar, the victorious general, be suffered to choose his
captains as he pleases?
MAURUS.
Should he not have free control over the spoils that fall to his share?
LOUD SHOUTS.
Yes, yes, yes!
JULIAN.
Alas, what would it profit you? What need you care for worldly goods,
you, who are to be led forth to the most distant lands, to meet a
doubtful fate——?
SOLDIERS.
We will not go!
JULIAN.
Look not at me; I am ashamed; I can scarce help weeping when I think
that, within a few months, you will be a prey to pestilence, famine, and
the weapons of a bloodthirsty foe.
MANY SOLDIERS.
[_Pressing round him._] Caesar! Kind Caesar!
JULIAN.
And your defenceless wives and children, whom you must leave behind in
your scattered homes! Who shall protect them in their pitiable plight,
soon to be widowed and fatherless, and exposed to the vengeful
onslaughts of the Alemanni?
THE WOMEN.
[_Weeping._] Caesar, Caesar, protect us!
JULIAN.
[_Weeping likewise._] What is Caesar? What can the fallen Caesar do?
LAIPSO.
Write to the Emperor, and let him know——
JULIAN.
Ah, what is the Emperor? The Emperor is sick in mind and body; he is
broken down by his care for the empire’s weal. Is it not so, Decentius?
DECENTIUS.
Yes, doubtless; but——
JULIAN.
How it cut me to the heart when I heard——
[_Pressing the hands of those around him._
Pray for his soul, you who worship the good Christ! Offer sacrifices for
his recovery, you who have remained faithful to the gods of your
fathers!——Know you that the Emperor has held a triumphal entry into
Rome?
MAURUS.
The Emperor!
VARRO.
What? As he returned, beaten, from the Danube?
JULIAN.
As he returned from the Danube, he held a triumph for our victories——
DECENTIUS.
[_Threateningly._] Noble Caesar, reflect——!
JULIAN.
Yes, the Tribune says well; reflect how our Emperor’s mind must be
clouded, when he can do such things! Oh, my sorely afflicted kinsman!
When he rode into Rome through the mighty arch of Constantine, he
fancied himself so tall that he bent his back and bowed his head down to
his saddle-bow.
MAURUS.
Like a cock in a doorway.
[_Laughter among the soldiers._
SOME VOICES.
Is _that_ an Emperor?
VARRO.
Shall we obey _him_?
LAIPSO.
Away with him!
MAURUS.
Caesar, do you take the helm!
DECENTIUS.
Rebellion——!
MANY VOICES.
Seize the throne; seize the throne, Caesar!
JULIAN.
Madmen! Is this language for Romans? Would you imitate the barbarous
Alemanni? What was it Knodomar cried at Argentoratum? Answer me, good
Maurus,—what did he cry out?
MAURUS.
He cried, “Long live the Emperor Julian!”
JULIAN.
Ah, hush, hush! What are you saying?
MAURUS.
Long live the Emperor Julian!
THOSE BEHIND.
What is afoot?
VARRO.
They are proclaiming Julian Emperor!
LOUD CRIES.
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor Julian!
[_The cry spreads in wider and wider circles without; all talk together;
JULIAN cannot make himself heard for some time._
JULIAN.
Oh, I entreat you——! Soldiers, friends, brothers in arms,—see, I stretch
out my trembling arms to you——! Be not alarmed, my Decentius!—Oh that I
should live to see this! I do not blame you, my faithful friends; it is
despair that has driven you to this. You will have it? Good; I submit to
the will of the army.—Sintula, call the generals together.—You, Tribune,
can bear witness to Constantius that ’twas only on compulsion that I——
[_He turns to VARRO._] Go, captain, and make known throughout the camp
this unlooked-for turn of events. I will write without delay to Rome——
SALLUST.
My lord, the soldiers clamour to see you.
MAURUS.
A circlet of gold on your head, Emperor!
JULIAN.
I have never possessed such a gaud.
Maurus.
This will serve.
[_He takes off his gold chain, and winds it several times round
Caesar’s brow._
SHOUTS OUTSIDE.
The Emperor, the Emperor! We will see the Emperor!
SOLDIERS.
On the shield with him! Up, up!
[_The bystanders raise JULIAN aloft on a shield, and show him to
the multitude, amid long-continued acclamations._
JULIAN.
The will of the army be done! I bow before the inevitable, and renew all
my promises——
LEGIONARIES.
Five gold pieces and a pound of silver!
BATAVIANS.
Not over the Alps!
JULIAN.
We will occupy Vienna. ’Tis the strongest city in Gaul, and well
supplied with provisions of every sort. There I intend to wait until we
see whether my afflicted kinsman sanctions what we have here determined,
for the empire’s weal——
SALLUST.
That he will never do, my lord!
JULIAN.
[_With upstretched hands._] Divine wisdom enlighten his darkened soul,
and guide him for the best! Be thou with me, Fortune, who hast never yet
deserted me!
MYRRHA AND THE WOMEN.
[_Lamenting outside on the right._] Dead, dead, dead!
ACT FIFTH.
At Vienna [in Gaul]. A vaulted space in the catacombs. _To the left a
winding passage running upwards. In the background, a flight of
steps is hewn in the rock, leading up to a closed door. In front,
to the right, a number of steps lead down to the lower passages.
The space is feebly lighted by a hanging-lamp._
_JULIAN CAESAR, unshaven, and in dirty clothes, stands bending
over the opening to the right. A subdued sound of psalm-singing
comes through the door from the church beyond it, built on to the
catacomb._
JULIAN.
[_Speaking downwards._] Still no sign?
A VOICE.
[_Far below._] None.
JULIAN.
Neither yes nor no? Neither for nor against?
THE VOICE.
Both.
JULIAN.
That is the same as nothing.
THE VOICE.
Wait, wait.
JULIAN.
I have waited five days; you asked for only three. I tell you——I have no
mind to—— [_He listens towards the entrance, and calls down._] Do not
speak!
SALLUST.
[_Entering by the passage on the left._] My lord, my lord!
JULIAN.
Is it you, Sallust? What would you down here?
SALLUST.
This thick darkness——; ah! now I see you.
JULIAN.
What do you want?
SALLUST.
To serve you, if I can,—to lead you out to the living again.
JULIAN.
What news from the world above?
SALLUST.
The soldiers are restless; there are signs on all hands that their
patience will soon be exhausted.
JULIAN.
Is the sun shining up there?
SALLUST.
Yes, my lord.
JULIAN.
The vault of heaven is like a sea of glittering light. Perhaps it is
high noon. It is warm; the air quivers along the walls of the houses;
the river, half-shrunken in its bed, ripples over the white
flints.—Beautiful life! Beautiful earth!
SALLUST.
Oh come, my lord, come! This stay in the catacombs is construed to your
hurt.
JULIAN.
How is it construed?
SALLUST.
Dare I tell you?
JULIAN.
You dare, and you must. How is it construed?
SALLUST.
Many believe that it is remorse rather than sorrow that has driven you
underground in this strange fashion.
JULIAN.
They think I killed her?
SALLUST.
The mystery of the case may excuse them, if——
JULIAN.
No one killed her, Sallust! She was too pure for this sinful world;
therefore an angel from heaven descended every night into her secret
chamber, and called upon her. You doubt it? Know you not that this is
how the priests in Lutetia accounted for her death? And the priests
ought to know. Has not the transport of her body hither been like a
triumphal progress through the land? Did not all the women of Vienna
stream forth beyond the gates to meet her coffin, hailing her with green
boughs in their hands, spreading draperies on the road, and singing
songs of praise to the bride of heaven, who was being brought home to
the bridegroom’s house?—Why do you laugh?
SALLUST.
I, my lord?
JULIAN.
Ever since, I have heard bridal songs night and day. Listen, listen;
they are wafting her up to glory. Ay, she was indeed a true Christian
woman. She observed the commandment strictly;—she gave to Caesar what
was Caesar’s, and to the other she gave——; but ’twas not of _that_ you
came to speak; you are not initiated in the secrets of the faith,
Sallust!—What news, I ask?
SALLUST.
The weightiest news is that on learning of the events at Lutetia, the
Emperor fled hastily to Antioch.
JULIAN.
That news I know. No doubt Constantius already saw us in imagination
before the gates of Rome.
SALLUST.
The friends who boldly cast in their lot with you in this dangerous
business, saw in imagination the same thing.
JULIAN.
The time is not auspicious, Sallust! Know you not that in the martial
games, before we left Lutetia, my shield broke in pieces, so that only
the handle remained in my grasp? And know you not that, when I was
mounting my horse, the groom stumbled as I swung myself up from his
folded hands?
SALLUST.
Yet you gained the saddle, my lord!
JULIAN.
But the man fell.
SALLUST.
Better men will fall if Caesar loiters.
JULIAN.
The Emperor is at death’s door.
SALLUST.
The Emperor still lives. The letters you wrote him as to your election——
JULIAN.
My enforced election. They constrained me, I had no choice.
SALLUST.
The Emperor does not hold that explanation valid. He designs, as soon as
he has mustered an army in the eastern provinces, to march into Gaul.
JULIAN.
How know you that——?
SALLUST.
By an accident, my lord! Believe me, I entreat you——!
JULIAN.
Good, good; when that happens, I will go to meet Constantius—not sword
in hand——
SALLUST.
Not? How, then, do you think to meet him?
JULIAN.
I will render to the Emperor what is the Emperor’s.
SALLUST.
Mean you that you will abdicate?
JULIAN.
The Emperor is at death’s door.
SALLUST.
Oh that vain hope! [_He casts himself on his knees._] Then take my life,
my lord!
JULIAN.
What now?
SALLUST.
Caesar, take my life; I would rather die by your will than by the
Emperor’s.
JULIAN.
Rise, friend!
SALLUST.
No, let me lie at my Caesar’s feet, and confess all. Oh, beloved
master,—to have to tell you this!—When I sought you out in the camp on
the Rhine,—when I recalled to you the old friendship of our Athenian
days,—when I begged to share with you the dangers of war,—then, oh
Caesar, I came as a secret spy, in the Emperor’s pay——
JULIAN.
You——!
SALLUST.
My mind had for some time been inflamed against you. You remember that
little variance in Milan—yet no little one for me, who had hoped that
Caesar would help to restore my waning fortunes. Of all this they took
advantage in Rome; they regarded me as the very man to spy out your
doings.
JULIAN.
And you could sell yourself so basely? To so black a treachery!
SALLUST.
I was ruined, my lord; and I thought Caesar had forsaken me. Yes, my
Caesar, I betrayed you——, during the first few months; but not
afterwards. Your friendliness, your magnanimity, all the favour you
showed me——; I became, what I had professed to be, your faithful
adherent; and in my secret letters to Rome I put my employers on false
scents.
JULIAN.
Those letters were from _you_?—Oh, Sallust!
SALLUST.