Scene
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.