[Demetrius speaks.] My faith, it was a triumph, Claudius! Diana never knew a better day Than yesterday. The theatre was full, A mass of people and a mass of rage. I still can hear them shouting: "Great is she! Great is Diana of the Ephesians, great!" They kept it up for two immortal hours, Waving and screaming in the theatre, Baiting the Jews, and singing temple songs, And trying to make speeches here and there, But no one listened -- faith, a glorious day! I think they would be at it even yet If the city clerk had let them. You should see How Master Paul is humbled. Not a word, And going to leave the city, so I hear. Good riddance! There's a gladsome end of him. We'll have no more of Paul, with his contempt Of images and shrines. He's finished now. You should have heard me speaking, Claudius! I swayed them like Demosthenes himself. Men of my guild -- I know them like a book, And I could play upon their very hearts With talk of gain, and gods, and silver shrines, Diana, and religion, and our wealth, -- Rare words to conjure with, I used them all. And then they bore me, me, Demetrius, High on their shoulders to the theatre, And I was king among them. Well, good-by, Good Claudius. We'll hear no more of Paul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL THE USES OF POETRY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD NO CONTINUING CITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |