be regarded in quite another aspect,—as I could prove by many authorities. But this I will not debate with you in the open streets. This is neither the place nor the time. Ay, mock away! Make the sign of the cross! I see it! You would fain whistle with your fingers; you would stone me, if you dared.—Oh, how I blush for this city, so sunk in barbarism that it knows no better than to cling to an ignorant Jew's deluded fantasies!—Forward! Stand aside,—do not block the way!
The Dancers.
There rides Lyaeus,
Pard-borne, delivering!
The Women.
Know, we are passionate; feel, we are quivering;
Come, do not flee us!
[During the singing of the refrain the procession turns into a side-street; the crowd looks on in dumb astonishment.
SCENE IV.
The Emperor's library in the Palace. Entrance door on the left; a lesser doorway, with a curtain before it, on the right.
The Chamberlain Eutherius enters from the left, followed by two servants, bearing carpets.
Eutherius.
[Calling out to the right.] Agilo, Agilo, warm rose-water! A bath for the Emperor.
[He goes out to the right, with both servants.
