Ah, who art Thou that biddest me believe?
Theodora. Encased in thy so serviceable steel,
Against my bosom, I have kept for thee
An aromatic and a covered cup.
Come hither: drain it. Sudden over me,
While I lay stricken, ere my captors came,
There bent the childish Shepherd of the hills,
Austerer than his wont, and uttered low:
“Wake, Theodora! Bear to Didymus,
Whom, spent in final battle, thou shalt meet,