SISINNIUS. Yield, yield!
IRENA. I will yield to no man who persuades me to sin.
SISINNIUS. If you persist in your refusal, I shall not grant you a swift death. I shall eke it out, and every day I shall increase and renew your torments.
IRENA. The greater my pain, the greater my glory!
SISINNIUS. You are not afraid of being tortured, I know, but I can use another means that will be abhorrent to you.
IRENA. By Christ's help I shall escape from all you can devise against me.
SISINNIUS. I can send you to a house of ill-fame, where your body will be abominably defiled.
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.
SISINNIUS. I will show her no more mercy.
