The empire’s soldier, champion of her King.
A Voice. A generous comedy!
Another Voice. Dost applaud it? Ay?
The Crowd. See him in the doorway, yellow-gowned;
See the young beauty in his flower! O Pan!
The Bailiff. Among these loud boors press your torches in.
Back! Let the prefect pass.
Eustratius Proculus is borne into the square.
A Voice. Now shall we view
The snorting tiger-dam at bay, the while