To console, lady, is not to do away with sorrow, but to teach one how to overcome it.
(At this moment, there is heard rising from the roads, the paths and all the invisible country commanded by the terrace a noise, at first dull and confused, which gradually becomes more positive and precise. Sounds of a crowd forming and hurrying, stones rolling, children crying, dogs barking; shouts that grow more and more distinct: “This way! This way!... Come quickly!... Come down!... To the right, to the right!... He is there!... We saw him!... He is leaving the house!... To Simon’s orchard!... Carry the palsied there!... Lead the blind!... Quick, quick, this way!... They say he is going to speak!” etc.)
Appius
What is this? What is happening?...
Verus
They are hurrying from every side!...
Cœlius
All the roads are covered with people running like madmen!...
Appius
They seem to spring from the stones!...