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 nite sir. Good nite 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.