Mob. Here’s another. He’s a Christian. Seize him!
Thr. Hands off, fools! I am Thrasea.
Mob. Thrasea! 1130
Thr. Are ye Romans?
Citizen. ’Tis Nero’s order.
Ep. (kneeling to Thrasea). O sir, save thou my brother.
Cit. If thou wert Thrasea, man, thou wouldst not hinder us from punishing them that fired the city.
Mob. On! on!
Another Cit. Nay, nor let any Christian woman touch thee.
Mob. To the Vatican! on! (Going.)