What prince of Alexandria’s worst?
Didymus. I think
It must be Christ Himself, or Christ in me,
Since in His quarrel I stand ambushed thus.
The Prefect. His talk is echo.
The Bailiff. Learned of lady-love!
Dull matter all: sheep filing over bars,
One hobble without end.
A Voice. Thy Theodora—
Didymus. Revere that name; for she is Christ’s alone,