[In the house opposite.] They say ’tis some Syrian jugglers that have come to town.
A Fruit-seller.
[In the street.] No, no, ’tis a band of Egyptians going around with apes and dromedaries.
Eunapius the Barber.
[Poorly clad, trying in vain to slip through the crowd.] Make room, you fools! How the devil can any one chatter and play the fool on such a day of misfortune?
A Woman.
[At a small window.] Hist, hist, Eunapius! My comely master!
Eunapius.
How dare you speak to me in the open street, you procuress?
The Woman.