A Manichæan? A stinking heretic! Faugh, faugh!
Potamon.
[Holding up his paper lantern.] Heyday! Why, you are Phocion the Dyer, of Antioch! The Cainite!
Eunapius.
Woe is me, I have held communion with falsehood!
Phocion.
Woe is me, I have helped a son of Satan!
Eunapius.
[Boxing his ear.] Take that for your help!
Phocion.