A Soldier.
You 're our prisoners.
[A veil is thrown over the head of each.]
Chrysanthus.
What! base wretches . . .
Aurelius.
Gag their mouths.
Chrysanthus.
But then I am . . .
Aurelius.
Come, no words: now tie together
Both their hands behind their backs.
Chrysanthus.
Why I am . . .