HADRIAN. Take her away, Antiochus, and have her stretched on the rack and whipped.
ANTIOCHUS. I fear that stripes will be of no use.
HADRIAN. Then order a furnace to be heated for three days and three nights, and let her be cast into the flames.
CHARITY. A mighty man! He cannot conquer a child of eight without calling in fire to help him!
HADRIAN. Go, Antiochus, and see that my orders are carried out.
CHARITY. He may pretend to obey to satisfy your cruelty, but he will not be able to hurt me. Stripes will not wound my body, and the flames will not singe my hair or my garments.
HADRIAN. We shall see.
CHARITY. Yes, we shall see.
Scene VI
HADRIAN. What is wrong, Antiochus? Why have you returned, and with such a dejected air?