ANTIOCHUS. At your service, my lord.
HADRIAN. Are these the women whom you have arrested on account of their Christian opinions?
ANTIOCHUS. Yes, lord.
HADRIAN. I am amazed at their beauty; I cannot help admiring their noble and dignified manner.
ANTIOCHUS. Waste no time in admiring them, my lord. Make them worship the gods.
HADRIAN. It would be wiser to ask it as a favour to me at first. Then they may yield.
ANTIOCHUS. That may be best. This frail sex is easily moved by flattery.
HADRIAN. Noble matron, if you desire to enjoy my friendship, I ask you in all gentleness to join me in an act of worship of the gods.
SAPIENTIA. We have no desire for your friendship. And we refuse to worship your gods.
HADRIAN. You will try in vain to rouse my anger. I feel no indignation against you. I appeal to you and your daughters as lovingly as if I were their own father.
SAPIENTIA. My children are not to be cozened by such diabolical flattery. They scorn it as I do.
FAITH. Yes, and laugh at it in our hearts.
ANTIOCHUS. What are you muttering there?
SAPIENTIA. I was speaking to my daughters.
HADRIAN. I judge from appearances that you are of noble race, but I would know more—to what country and family you belong, and your name.
