DIOCLETIAN. The girl raves. Take her away.
CHIONIA. My sister does not rave. She is right.
DIOCLETIAN. This mænad seems even more violent than the other! Remove her also from our presence, and we will question the third.
IRENA. You will find her as rebellious and as determined to resist.
DIOCLETIAN. Irena, you are the youngest in years. Show yourself the oldest in dignity.
IRENA. Pray tell me how.
DIOCLETIAN. Bow your head to the gods, and set an example to your sisters. It may rebuke and save them.
IRENA. Let those who wish to provoke the wrath of the Most High prostrate themselves before idols! I will not dishonour this head which has been anointed with heavenly oil by abasing it at the feet of images.
DIOCLETIAN. The worship of the gods does not bring dishonour to those who practise it, but, on the contrary, the greatest honour.
IRENA. What could be more shameful baseness, what baser shame, than to venerate slaves as if they were lords?
DIOCLETIAN. I do not ask you to worship slaves, but the gods of princes and the rulers of the earth.
IRENA. A god who can be bought cheap in the market-place, what is he but a slave?
DIOCLETIAN. Enough of this presumptuous chatter. The rack shall put an end to it!
