Asterius.
Shameless one and well named Nerva on account of strength of tongue, have I not allowed the freedom of the lane by day to my prisoner for exercise? [Threatens him with walking-stick.] A thousand lashes if ever again you so disobey me!
Nerva.
[Going.] Oh, very well! Only one might think you not unwilling that your prisoner should extend his exercise, going to join his comrades who hide in the Catacombs!
Asterius.
[Going for Nerva.] Now, get you from me to perdition everlasting! [Nerva runs off. Asterius looks about.] Ho, Valentinus! Kindly saluta.... What! The door was locked too late, it seems!... Now, may the gods be praised, for it grieves me to detain so holy a man ... in which I am more of a well-wisher to him than to myself!... [Valentinus enters.] Not so, however, it seems!... Ah, Valentinus! Save you! I was just about to give the alarm, thinking you a fugitive!
Valentinus.
Kindly greetings, Asterius!... Oh, I could not so take advantage of the most confiding of jailors! I was with Tertulla!
Asterius.