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III

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.