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Portrait of Hrotsvitha 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?
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Portrait of Hrotsvitha Hrotsvitha The Plays of Roswitha — Dulcitius (1923)

IRENA. Better far that my body should suffer outrage than my soul.
SISINNIUS. When you are dishonoured and forced to live among harlots, you can no longer be numbered among the virgins.
IRENA. The wage of sin is death; the wage of suffering a crown. If the soul does not consent, there is no guilt.
SISINNIUS. In vain I try to spare her, and show pity to her youth!
SOLDIERS. We could have told you as much. She is not to be frightened, and nothing can make her worship the gods.
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Portrait of Hrotsvitha Hrotsvitha The Plays of Roswitha — Dulcitius (1923)

DULCITIUS. Soldiers, produce your prisoners.
SOLDIERS. The ones you wanted to see are in there.
DULCITIUS. Ye Gods, but these girls are beautiful! What grace, what charm!
SOLDIERS. Perfect!
DULCITIUS. I am enraptured!
SOLDIERS. No wonder!
DULCITIUS. I'm in love! Do you think they will fall in love with me?
SOLDIERS. From what we know, you will have little success.
DULCITIUS. Why?
SOLDIERS. Their faith is too strong.
DULCITIUS. A few sweet words will work wonders!
SOLDIERS. They despise flattery.
DULCITIUS. Then I shall woo in another fashion—with torture!
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