——we ought not to clip every one with the same shears; that is my way of thinking. There are still zealous souls among us, praise be to God!
Phocion.
We are far from being zealous enough, dear brethren! See how boldly these scoffers hold up their heads. How many of this rabble, think you, bear the sign of the cross or of the fish on their arms?
Potamon.
Not many—and yet they actually swarm in front of the Imperial Chapel——
Phocion.
——on such a thrice-sacred night as this——
Eunapius.
——blocking the way for true sons of the Church——
A Painted Woman.