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caesar's apostasy.
[act i.
Potamon.
Not many—and yet they actually swarm in front of the Imperial Chapel
Phocion.
on such a thrice-sacred night as this
Eunapius.
blocking the way for true sons of the Church
A Painted Woman.
[In the crowd.] Are Donatists true sons of the Church?
Phocion.
What? A Donatist? Are you a Donatist?
Eunapius.
What then? Are not you one?
Phocion.
I? I? May the lightning blast your tongue!
Potamon.
[Making the sign of the cross.] May plague and boils!
Phocion.
A Donatist! You carrion! You rotten tree!
Potamon.
Right, right!
Phocion.
You brand for Satan's furnace!
