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.