Pertinax.
And to you kindly, Valentinus. May the blessing of the gods be to you as a plenteous year’s harvest! [He sets down his burden.] Though I am told that you Christians no longer believe in our ancient gods of Rome!
Valentinus.
But we believe in blessings, from whatever source!
Pertinax.
That lies beyond my comprehension. But then, I am told, you work miracles!
Quartilla.
Indeed he does! He has mended my doll’s nose, and made me remember how many quarts of water you can pour into an amphora!
Nerva.
[Entering with an amphora of water while she speaks.] As if anyone could not do as much!