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THE FRUIT-SELLER.
Softly, sir!
POTAMON.
The swine grumbles!
EUNAPIUS.
Dog, dog!
PHOCION.
Grumbling at a well-dressed Christian--at a man of the Emperor's own faith!
EUNAPIUS.
Into the gutter with you!
POTAMON.
That's right. Wallow there, along with your gods!
PHOCION.
Take that--and that--and that!
EUNAPIUS.
And this--and this! I'll baste your god-detested skin for you!
POTAMON.
EUNAPIUS.
PHOCION.
We are far from being zealous enough, dear brethren! See how boldly these scoffers hold up their heads. How many of this rabble, think you, bear the sign of the cross or of the fish on their arms?
POTAMON.
PHOCION.
EUNAPIUS.
A PAINTED WOMAN.
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.
PHOCION.
A Donatist! You carrion! You rotten tree!
POTAMON.
Right, right!
PHOCION.
You brand for Satan's furnace!
POTAMON.
Right! Give it him; give it him, dear brother.
PHOCION.
Hold your tongue get you behind me. I know you now;--you are Potamon the Manichaean!
EUNAPIUS.
A Manichaean? A stinking heretic! Faugh, faugh!
POTAMON.
Heyday! Why, you are Phocion the Dyer, of Antioch! The Cainite!
EUNAPIUS.
Woe is me, I have held communion with falsehood!
PHOCION.
Woe is me, I have helped a son of Satan!
EUNAPIUS.
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