If the Emperor lived here, ’twould bring something in to all of us.
Phocion.
’Twas on that reckoning that I returned here. So now we must do our best, friends; when the Emperor comes past, we must shout lustily both for him and for Apollo.
A Citizen.
[To another.] Who is this Apollo, that people begin to talk so much about?
The Other Citizen.
Why, ’tis the priest of Corinth,—he who watered what the holy Paul had planted.
The First Citizen.
Ay, ay; to be sure; I think I remember now.
Phocion.