SOLDIERS. What’s this? Either one possessed by the devil, or the devil
himself. Let’s be off!
DULCITIUS. Soldiers, soldiers! Why do you hurry away? Stay, wait! Light
me to my house with your torches.
SOLDIERS. The voice is our master’s voice, but the face is a devil’s.
Come, let’s take to our heels! This devil means us no good.
DULCITIUS. I will hasten to the palace. I will tell the whole court how
I have been insulted.