Prepare we not
A tomb for sacred Apostolic bones!
What infidel denies our faith? [This creates a reaction against the Friend.]
The Friend.
In name
Of Christos, too, my country far away
Is signed. Strange customs, though, with us obtain.
A slave, the meaner is his task and hard,
The lowlier his spirit, so his rank
We hold exalted! [This causes amusement to some, but interests all. The Slaves reach their hands toward the Friend who continues.]