Scene VIII

SOLDIERS. Here we are sweating like pigs and what’s the use? Their

clothes cling to their bodies like their own skin. What’s more, our

chief, who ordered us to strip them, sits there snoring, and there’s no

way of waking him. We will go to the Emperor and tell him all that has

passed.

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