If hallowed task you deem it fits it not
Your calling?
The Priest.
[Unable to credit his senses.]
Eyes, deceive ye me? O ears,
Be ye discredited! Slave this? Ye gods! [No sooner has he made this slip of the tongue than he becomes uncomfortably conscious of it from the shocked amusement of the bystanders.]
The Young Slave.
[With sardonic mirth.]
Upon the gods he calls! This man of God
On ancient gods, on banished gods and banned