[Smacking his lips.] Limb from limb! M-m! [Suddenly catches sight of the two lovers, and exclaims, nearly dropping the dish he holds.] Now, by Hercules...!
Asterius.
[Making for Nerva with stick.] Thumb-fingered one!
Quartilla.
O see my sister who clasps hands with Pertinax!
Asterius.
[Also seeing the two.] What! Does my vision play me tricks? Worker of prodigies, is this your deed?
Quartilla.
[Dancing about.] A miracle! A miracle!