WIFE OF DULCITIUS. My lord, my lord, what evil has come on you? Have you
lost your reason, Dulcitius? Have the Christ-worshippers put a spell on
you?
DULCITIUS. Now at last I know! Those artful women have made an ass of
me!
WIFE OF DULCITIUS. What troubled me most, and made my heart ache, was
that you should not know there was anything amiss with you.
DULCITIUS. Those impudent wenches shall be stripped and exposed naked in
public. They shall have a taste of the outrage to which I have been
subjected!