FAITH. All you do to cause me suffering is a source of bliss to me. I am as happy on this gridiron as if it were a little boat at sea!
HADRIAN. Bring a brazier full of pitch and wax, and place it on the fire. Then fling this rebellious girl into the boiling liquid.
FAITH. I will leap into it joyfully of my own accord.
HADRIAN. So be it.
FAITH. I laugh at your threats. Look! Am I hurt? I am swimming merrily in the boiling pitch. Its fierce heat seems as cool to me as the morning dew.
HADRIAN. Antiochus, what can we do with her?
ANTIOCHUS. She must not escape.
HADRIAN. She shall be beheaded.
ANTIOCHUS. That seems the only way of conquering her.
FAITH. Now let my soul rejoice and exult in the Lord.