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(Exeunt Polyeucte and Nearchus。)



PAUL。

Yes; go; despise my prayermy agony;

Go; ruthlessmeet thy fateforewarned by me;

Chase thy pursuer; herald thine own doom;

Go; kiss the murderer's hand; and hail the tomb!

Ah; Stratonice! for our boasted power

As sovereigns o'er man's heart! Poor regents of an hour!

Faint; helpless; moonbeamlight was all I gave;

The sun breaks forthhis queen becomes his slave!

Wooed? Yes; as other queens I held my court

Wonbut to lose my crown; and be the sport

Of proud; absorbing and imperious man!



STRAT。

Ah; man does what he willswe; what we can;

He loves thee; lady!



PAUL。

Love should mate with trusts;

He leaves me!



STRAT。

Lady; 'tis because he must!

He loves thee with a love will never die;

Then; if he leave thee; reason not the why:

Give him thy trust! Oh; thou shalt have reward;

For thee he hides the secret! Let him guard

Thy life belovedin fullest liberty。

The wife who wholly trusts alone is free!

One heart for thee and himone purpose sure;

Yet this heart beats to dareand to endure。

The wife's true heart must o'er the peril sigh

Which meets his heart moved but to purpose high;

Thy pain his pain; but not his terror thine:

He is Armenian; thou of Roman line。

We; of Armenia; mock thy dreams to scorn;

For they are born of night; as truth of morn;

While Romans hold that dreams are heaven…sent;

And spring from Jove for man's admonishment。



PAUL。

Though this thy faithif thou my dream shouldst hear

My grief must needs be thine; thy fear my fear;

And; that the horror thou may'st fully prove;

Know that Ihis dear wifedid once another love!

Nay; start not; shrink not; 'tis no tale of shame;

For though in other years the heavenly flame

Descended; kindled; scorchedit left me pure

With courage to resignwith strength to endure。

He touched my heart; but never stained the soul

That gained this hardest conquestself…control。

At Romewhere I was borna soldier's eye

Marked this poor face; from which must Polyeucte fly;

Severus was his name:Ah! memory

May spare love linked with death a tear; a sigh!



STRAT。

Say; is it he who; at the risk of life;

Saved Decius from his foes and endless strife?

Who; dying; dealt to Persia stroke of death;

And shouted 'Victory!' with his latest breath?

His whitening bones; amid the nameless brave;

Lie still unfound; unknown; without a grave;

Unburied lies his dust amid the slain;

While Decius rears an empty urn in vain!



PAUL。

Alas! 'tis he; all Rome attests his worth;

Hide not his memory; kindly Mother Earth!

'Tis but his memory that I adore

The past is pastand I can say no more。

All gifts save one had heyes; Fortune held her hand;

And I; as Fortune's slave; obeyed my sire's command。



STRAT。

Ah! I must wish that love the day had won!



PAUL。

Which duty lostthen had I been undone;

Though duty gave; yet duty healed; my pain;

Yet say not that my love was weak or vain!

Our tears fell fast; yet ne'er bore our distress

The fatal fruit of strife and bitterness。

Then; then; I left my hero; hope and Rome;

And; far from him; I found another home;

While he; in his despair; sought sure relief

In death; the only end to life's long grief!

You know the rest:you know that Polyeucte's eye

Was caught;his fancy pleased; his wife am I。

Once more by counsel of my father led;

To Armenia's greatest noble am I wed;

Ambition; prudence; policy his guide

Yet only duty made Pauline his bride;

Love might have bound me to Severus' heart;

Had duty not enforced a sterner part。

Yes; let these fears attest; all trembling for his life;

That I am his for ayehis faithful; loving wife。



STRAT。

Thy new love true and tender as the old:

But this thy dream? No more thy tale withhold!



PAUL。

Last night I saw Severus: but his eye

With anger blazed; his port was proud and high;

No suppliant heno feeble; formless shade;

With dim; averted eye; no sword had made

My hero lifeless ghost。 Nor wound; nor scar

Marked death his only conqueror in war。

Nor spoil of death; nor memory's child was he;

His mien triumphant; full of majesty!

So might victorious Caesar near his home

To claim the key to every heart in Rome!

He spoke: in nameless awe I heard his voice;

'Give love; that is my due; to himthy choice;

But know; oh faithless one; ere day expires;

All vain these tears for him thy heart desires!'

Anon a Christian band (an impious horde);

With shameful cross in hand; attest his word;

They vouch Severus' truthand; to complete

My doom; hurl Polyeucte beneath his feet!

I cried; 'O father; timely succour bear!'

He heard; he came; my grief was now despair!

He drew his daggerplunged it in the breast

Of him; my husband; late his honoured guest!

Relief came but from agony supreme

I shriekedI writhedI wokeit was a dream!

And yet my dream is true!



STRAT。

'Tis true your dream is sad;

But now you are awake; 'tis but a dream you had!

For horror's prey in darkness of the night

Is but our reason's sport in morning light。

How can you dread a shade? How a fond father fear;

Who as a son regards the man you hold so dear?

To phantom of the night no credence yield;

For him and you he chose thy strength and shield。



PAUL。

You say /his/ words: at all my fears he smiles;

But I must dread these Christians and their wiles!

I dread their vengeance; wreaked upon my lord;

For Christian blood my father has outpoured!



STRAT。

Their sect is impious; mad; absurd and vain;

Their rites repulsive; as their cult profane。

Deride their altar; their weak frenzy ban;

Yet do they war with gods and not with man!

Relentless wills our law that they must die:

Their joyendurance; deaththeir ecstasy;

Judgedby decree; the foes of human race;

Meekly their heads they bowto court disgrace!



PAUL。

My father comesoh; peace!



(Enter Felix and Albin)



FELIX。

Nay; peace is flown!

Thy dream begets dull fears; till now unknown;

In part this dream is true; and for the rest



PAUL。

By what new fear; say; is thy heart opprest?



FELIX。

Severus lives!



PAUL。

Ah! this no cause for fear!



FELIX。

At Decius' court; he; held in honour dear;

Risked life to save his Emperor from his foes;

'Tis to his saviour Decius honour shows!



PAUL。

Thus fickle Fortune bows her head to fate;

And pays the honour due; though all too late!



FELIX。

He comes! Is near



PAUL。

The gods



FELIX。

Do all things well。



PAUL。

My dream fulfilled! But how? O father; tell!



FELIX。

Let Albin speak; who saw him face to face

With tribe of courtiers; all to him give place;

Unscathed in battle; all extol his fame;

Unstained; undimmed; his glory; life and name!



ALBIN。

You know the issue of that glorious fight:

The crowning glory hiswho; in despite

Of danger sore to life and liberty;

Became a slave to set his Emperor free:

Rome gave her honours to Severus' shade;

Whilst he; her ransomer; in a dungeon stayed。

His death they mourned above ten thousand slain;

While Persia held himyes; their tears were vain;

But not in vain his noble sacrifice!

The king released him: Rome grudged not the price;

No Persian bribe could tempt him from his home。

When Decius cried'Fight once again for Rome!'

Again he fightshe leadsall others hope resign;

But from despair's deep breast he plucks a star benign;

Thishope's fair fruit; contentment; plenty; ease;

Brings joy from grief; to crown a lasting peace。

The Emperor holds him as his dearest friend;

And doth Severus to Armenia send

To offer up to Mars; and mighty Jove;

'Mid feast and sacrifice; his thanks and love。



FELIX。

Ah; Fortune; turn thy wheel; else I misfortune meet!



ALBIN。

This news I learn'd from one of great Severus' suite:

Thence; swiftly here; the tale to tell I sped。



FELIX。

He who once vainly wooed; hopes now to wed。

The sacrifice; the offering; all are feigned;

All but the suit; which lightly I disdained。



PAUL。

Yes; this may be; for ah! he loved me well!



FELIX。

What room for hope? Such wrath is child of hell。

Before his righteous ire I shrink; I cower;

Revenge I dreadand vengeance linked with power

Unnerves me quite。



PAUL。

Fear not; his soul is great。



FELIX。

Thy comfort; oh my daughter; comes too late。

The thought to crush me down; to turn my heart to stone;

This; that I prized not worth for worth's dear sake alone!

Too well; Pauline; thou hast thy sire obeyed;

Thy heart was fond; but duty love betrayed。

How surely thy revolt had safety won!

'Tis thine obedience leaves us all undone。

In thee; in thee alone; one hope remains;

Love held him fast; relax not thou love's chains。

O Love; my sometime foe; forgive; be mine ally;

And let the dart that slew now bring the remedy!



PAUL。

Forbid it; Heaven! One good yet mine;/my will/;

The dart th

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