[To the Goldsmith Potamon.] How young he looks, our new Emperor!
Potamon.
But he has grown more stalwart. When I last saw him he was a lean stripling; that is now nine or ten years ago.
Another Citizen.
Ay, he has done great things in those years.
A Woman.
And all the dangers he has passed through, ever since his childhood!
A Priest.
Marvellously has he been shielded from them all; the hand of heaven is over him.
Potamon.