Hrotsvitha,
The Plays of Roswitha — Dulcitius
(1923)
“ IRENA. Now he presses the saucepans tenderly to his breast, now the kettles and frying-pans! He is kissing them hard! CHIONIA. How absurd! IRENA. His face, his hands, his clothes! They are all as black as soot. He looks like an Ethiope. AGAPE. I am glad. His body should turn black—to match his soul, which is possessed of a devil. IRENA. Look! He is going now. Let us watch the soldiers and see what they do when he goes out. SCENE V 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? ”
