Dearer than wine of roses, rouse thee: haste!
How else can I the pact maintain with Him
Who bade me loose thee from the snare? Come nigh:
Doff thine apparel; put mine armor on.
Think but of flight, and safety.
Theodora. Wingèd one,
Best brother, brighter than a star, and stronger,
Uphold me!
Didymus. Bind thy locks. Alas, I am
No angel sent of Christ, nor yet a Christian.