"Who then, according to you, Gallio, shall inherit the thunder which sets the world a-quaking?"
"Although it may seem audacious to answer this question," replied Gallio, "I think I am competent to do so, and to name Jove's successor."
As he spoke, an officer of the basilica, whose duty it was to call cases, approached him, and informed him that some suitors were waiting for him in court."
The proconsul asked if the matter was one of paramount importance.
"It is a most petty case, Gallio," replied the officer of the basilica. "A man from the harbour of Cenchreae has just dragged a stranger before your tribunal. They are both Jews and of humble condition. They are quarelling over some barbarian custom or some gross superstition, as is the wont of Syrians. Here is the minute of their case. It is all Punic to the clerk who wrote it.
"The plaintiff sets forth, Gallio, that he is the head of the assembly of the Jews or, as one says in Greek, of the synagogue, and he begs justice of you against a man from Tarsus, who, recently settled at Cenchreae, goes every Saturday to the synagogue, for the purpose of speaking against the Jewish law. 'It is a scandal and an abomination, which thou shalt put an end to,' says the plaintiff, and he clamours for the integrity of the privileges belong-
