Whose love was sovereign healing unto me,
When late within the torture-cell I lay.
His chosen other, kneel not thou to me!
There is a Hand that will not let thine fall,
As mine doth.
Didymus. Sign me slowly with the cross.
Theodora. So: on predestined brows.
Didymus (after a pause). Thy sandal’s fast,
The breastplate firm and fine, each joint in place;
Draw low the vizor; let the short cloak hang;