When did you come back? The day before yesterday, at dawn, exhausted. You, exhausted? You are never in a sweat! Don't jeer at me, Florus Tullius Cornelius. I am drudging even now on behalf of my friends! We did not ask you to drudge But my love thinks of you. You cruel people who sneer at me, see this procession laden with goods? It's all to honour you.So this is your work? A banquet? Why? Sh! Noble patricians making such a terrible din! You sound like the plebeans of this country where we are wearing ourselves out in... Orgies and idleness. Because we do nothing else. Why are we here? To be bored to death. And... to sow Rome in the sacred pelvises of Jewish women. But for some time a fog has been hanging over the merry Court of Pilate. The most beautiful women look like chaste vestals and their husbands comply with their whims.... Of course! The caprice for that coarse Galilean... I know that Claudia also is conquered by Him and thus... good morals have strangely installed themselves in her palace... One reason more why a great dinner this evening... and a greater orgy in my house. And wines... Ah! sweet, precious wines and sweet-smelling wines and inebriating wines to excite senses for the final enjoyment. Oh! It must be a great feast, to dispel the tedium of our exile and to convince ourselves that we are still virile!... Will there be women as well? Of course... And more beautiful than roses. Of every colour and... taste. After the banquet, let us have love!... But why this exceptional feast? ... I will whisper it to you: I am invited to a wedding. It is a wedding every time one relishes the first sip from a sealed amphora. And I am doing that this evening. Beautiful and pure! A bud, a closed bud... Ah!... And the girl will know me only... If He heard you...Oh! Here He is! Who? The Nazarene Who cast a spell on our ladies. He is behind you...