| [Hickson:] You both all right? | |
| [Prudence:] Yes Hickson. Thank you. You may leave us now. My carriage will take you back to town | |
| [Hickson:] I'd better get going then. Good night sir. Good night miss. | |
| [Prudence:] Now then, feeling any better hmh? | |
| [Antracon/Scoria:] We are there when you dance with the shadows. We are there when you mock the | |
| Mirror. We are there when you spread your legs... | |
| [Prudence:] What...my god what has happened to you | |
| [Antracon/Scoria:] I shall claim your soul. Every whore shall burn... Every whore shall burn every... | |
| [Prudence:] Any better now that you've bathed clean from that filthy sour stench? What happened to | |
| You? Nobody knew where you vanished after "Providence" anchored in Southampton. I was worried sick. | |
| [Antracon:] Where am I? Prudence? | |
| [Prudence:] Come here and hold me | |
| [Antracon:] Prudence, I've seen a terrible dream. An endless nightmare...murderings and...I | |
| Can't...was it a dream | |
| [Prudence:] Were together now everything will be well again, I heard such terrible rumours of you. | |
| Especially from count Tenheim. | |
| [Antracon:] Count Tenheim? The noble count himself? | |
| [Prudence:] What's wrong my love? | |
| [Antracon/Scoria:] Every whore shall burn! | |
| [Prudence:] No, Antracon. No... | |
| [Antracon/Scoria:] Their eyes so hollow so hollow |