Medon.
Oh!
Julian.
and, that done, you may tell him from me, that he is a fool if he thinks himself honoured by a purple robe, having not the power of the purple.—Go; and come for the shoes to-morrow!
[The Corn Merchant slinks away, amid the laughter of the citizens; the Courtiers, Orators, Poets, and the rest clap their hands, with loud exclamations of approval.
Another Citizen.
[Stepping forward from the crowd.] Praised be the Emperor's justice! Oh how richly this envious corn-miser deserves his punishment! Oh hear me, and let your favour
Julian.
Aha; methinks I know that face. Were not you one of those who shouted before my chariot as I drove into the city?
The Citizen.
None shouted louder than I, incomparable Emperor! I am Malchus, the tax-gatherer. Ah, grant me your aid! I am engaged in a law-suit with an evil and grasping man
Julian.
And therefore you come to me? Are there not judges?
Malchus.
The affair is somewhat involved, noble Emperor. It concerns a field, which I leased to this bad man,
