Julian.
The shame is yours, that I must content myself with such as these. Do you not blush to find more piety and zeal among these than among yourselves?
An Old Man.
Christ enlighten you, sire!
Julian.
Aha, you are a Galilean! And you must put in your word? Did not your great Master sit at meat with sinners? Did he not frequent houses that were held less than reputable? Answer me that.
Eunapius.
[Surrounded by girls, in the doorway of Barbara’s house.] Yes, answer, answer if you can, you fool!
Julian.
What,—are not you that barber whom——?