The Overseer.
A holy work, in truth,
Good presbyter! Aye; albeit delayed
Through curious reluctance of these slaves ...
Dogs, Would you slacken when my back is turned! [He menaces the Slaves who seem to work most unwillingly; then continues] ... to quarry the grey ribs of Kóressos
For marble for the final resting-place
Of an Apostle!
The Priest.
[Enlightened.]
What! To line the tomb