should so defy the might of Rome! [Indicating himself.]
The Magistrate.
Breath’s wasted! Seize them; bind them. Send a score
To take their place! [The Soldiers prepare to obey.]
The Young Slave.
Bind, torture us! In vain!
Aye, crucify us! All in vain! You’ll find
No one in Ephesos our place to take!
[This produces a sensation. The Soldiers shrink from obeying orders to seize the Slaves.]
The Magistrate.