Your phrases weary me. I will not have you here. Why cannot you keep to your stinking dens? Go home, I tell you!
A Woman.
Oh, Emperor, where is our home?
Another Woman.
Where are our houses? The heathen have plundered them and driven us out.
A Voice in the Throng.
Your soldiers have taken from us all our goods.
Other Voices.
Oh Emperor, Emperor, why have you seized upon our possessions?
Julian.