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You have closed our churches; therefore we stand without and praise the Lord our God.

Ah, is that you, Gregory? So you still linger here. But beware; my patience will not last for ever.

I seek not a martyr's death; I do not even desire it; but if it be allotted me, I shall glory in dying for Christ.

Your phrases weary me. I will not have you here. Why cannot you keep to your stinking dens? Go home, I tell you!

Oh, Emperor, where is our home?

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Where are our houses? The heathen have plundered them and driven us out.

Your soldiers have taken from us all our goods.

Oh Emperor, Emperor, why have you seized upon our possessions?

You ask that? I will tell you, ignorant creatures! If your riches are taken from you, 'tis out