Constantine.
Good!
Let the earth be dug around,
And the cross be quickly found.
A Labourer digs up three crosses.
This is all.
Constantine, puzzled to know which is the true cross.
To prove the story true
Still remains.... What shall we do?
Helena.
My dear son, pray hold your tongue.
(She orders a dead body to be brought.)
To this corpse we will apply
These three crosses carefully,
And, if I be not mistaken,
At the touch it will awaken.