The Friend.
Ah, pardon me! A Christian land methought
You called this!
All.
[Indignant.]
As it is!
The Priest.
Have you not marked
The cross above each city gate? And hear you not
The chanted Glorias! [The chants are heard in the distance.]
The Friend.
Ah, pardon me! A Christian land methought
You called this!
All.
[Indignant.]
As it is!
The Priest.
Have you not marked
The cross above each city gate? And hear you not
The chanted Glorias! [The chants are heard in the distance.]