Cæsar, you wrong them.
Ner.I? Thou know’st them little:
They are the time’s worst plague. I do not care
If they burned Rome or no: were they all burned
’Twould richly compensate the world. Hark, friend!
The people might be masters; what they lack
This Christ provides. Were I to prophesy,
I’d say that should their cursed doctrines spread,
They would one day drown all, learning and beauty,
Wisdom and rule and art. For that I hate them,