You 're our prisoners.
[A veil is thrown over the head of each.]

CHRYSANTHUS.
What! base wretches . . .

AURELIUS.
Gag their mouths.

CHRYSANTHUS.
But then I am . . .

AURELIUS.
Come, no words: now tie together
Both their hands behind their backs.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Why I am . . .

CARPOPHORUS.
Oh! sacred heaven!
Now my wished-for day has come.

A VOICE FROM HEAVEN.
No, not yet, my faithful servant:--
I desire the constancy
Of Chrysanthus may be tested:--
Heed not him, as for thyself,
In this manner I preserve thee. [Carpophorus disappears.