HOPE. Oh, Antiochus, you are as crafty as a fox, but you flatter with the cunning of a chameleon.
ANTIOCHUS. Be quiet, you wretch! I thank the gods you will soon not have a mouth to prattle with.
HOPE. It will not be as you hope. Both you and your master will be put to confusion.
HADRIAN. What is this strange sweetness in the air? If I am not mistaken a marvellous perfume fills the room.
HOPE. O Emperor, the torn shreds of my flesh are giving forth a heavenly fragrance to make you admit that you have no power to hurt me by torture!
HADRIAN. Antiochus, advise me.
ANTIOCHUS. We must think of some other punishment.
HADRIAN. Put in the brazier a vessel full of oil and wax and pitch. Bind her and throw her in.
ANTIOCHUS. Yes, she will not find it so easy to escape from Vulcan.
HOPE. Christ has before now made fire grow mild and change its nature.