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Not many—and yet they actually swarm in front of the Imperial Chapel

on such a thrice-sacred night as this

blocking the way for true sons of the Church

[In the crowd.] Are Donatists true sons of the Church?

What? A Donatist? Are you a Donatist?

What then? Are not you one?

I? I? May the lightning blast your tongue!

[Making the sign of the cross.] May plague and boils!

A Donatist! You carrion! You rotten tree!

Right, right!

You brand for Satan's furnace!