Ruf. (to Luc.). Ye have broached the business?
(Motioning.)
Luc. (to Ruf.).Yes..
Ruf.Nay, I’ll sit here,
And fill my cup.
Pis.And you too, sirs, be seated.
Ruf. (pouring). I saw a sight as I came here: the mob
Dragging some wretched Christian to be burned.
And all the while his sister ran beside,
With her vain anguish heightening their fury: