SOLDIERS. They despise flattery.
DULCITIUS. Then I shall woo in another fashion—with torture!
SOLDIERS. They would not care.
DULCITIUS. What’s to be done, then?
SOLDIERS. That is for you to find out.
DULCITIUS. Lock them in the inner room—the one leading out of the passage where the pots and pans are kept.
SOLDIERS. Why there?
DULCITIUS. I can visit them oftener.
SOLDIERS. It shall be done.