Androcles and the Lion Page #3

I envy the lion.

Which lion?

The one that will eat her.

Your impatience is at an end, Captain.

There are your charges from Syracuse.

Prisoners from Syracuse... -

all present and accounted for.

And high time, I must say.

Is the sorcerer Androcles amongst them?

Doesn't look much like a sorcerer to me.

Dismissed!

Watch out for this fine fellow, miss.

He's a sorcerer, a real sorcerer too.

No mistake about it.

- Are you a sorcerer?

- No.

But I'm a very good tailor.

That's a fine dress you have on.

- Worldly goods, brother.

- Amen.

The prisoners from Syracuse... -

all present and correct, sir.

They certainly don't look like much.

Couldn't you have taught them

a little discipline?

You can't bang it into them, sir.

They've no religion. That's how it is.

- Fall them in with the rest.

- Yes, sir.

Attention!

Fall in the prisoners!

- Shall we march together, brother?

- [Soldier] Come on! On your feet!

[Centurion]

Soldiers, fall in!

All right! Silence!

Orders from the captain!

- [Captain] Centurion.

- Sir.

Centurion, you are to instruct your men

that on their march to Rome...

no intimacy with the Christian prisoners

will be tolerated.

The singing of Christian hymns by the prisoners

is expressly forbidden.

Any shortcoming in this respect

will be regarded as a breach of discipline.

Prisoners. I call your attention, prisoners,

to the fact that upon your arrival in Rome...

you may be called on to appear

in the imperial circus...

at any time onwards according

to the requirements of the managers.

I may also inform you that, as there is

a shortage of Christians just now...

you may expect to be called on very soon.

What will they do to us, Captain?

The women will be conducted into the arena

with the wild beasts of the imperial menagerie...

and will suffer the consequences.

The men above an age to bear arms

will be given weapons to defend themselves...

if they choose,

against the imperial gladiators.

I have no more to say to the prisoners.

- God bless you, Captain.

- [Prisoners Laughing]

Silence! Silence!

Tantalizing, isn't she?

Keep your mind on your job.

The Christians are my job.

They are also my prisoners

and under my charge...

until I deliver them

to the Colosseum dungeon.

- Yes, Captain.

- Forward.

[Centurion]

Sound the march!

[Trumpets Blowing]

- Forward!

- [Soldier] Forward march!

[Chattering, Chuckling]

Good day to you, Captain.

We missed you at our celebration.

- I don't celebrate while I'm on duty.

- You are right to rebuke me, Captain.

For the moment, at least,

I sincerely regret...

that I do not enjoy

your strength of character.

By the way, Captain, did I not say

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