DULCITIUS. What can the prisoners be doing at this hour of night?
SOLDIERS. They pass the time singing hymns.
DULCITIUS. Let us approach.
SOLDIERS. Now you can hear their silver-sweet voices in the distance.
DULCITIUS. Take your torches, and guard the doors. I will go in and enjoy myself in those lovely arms!
SOLDIERS. Enter. We will wait for you here.
Scene IV
AGAPE. What noise is that outside the door?
IRENA. It is that wretch Dulcitius.
CHIONIA. Now may God protect us!