The Bailiff. The axe:
Smite first the soldier.
Didymus. Theodora saint,
How beautiful, how more than banner-bright,
Streams over the far roofs our birthday sun!
Farewell, and follow me.
[Didymus is executed.
The Crowd. Blood! blood! The other!
Theodora. Each moment of mine exile, so distinct,
So vast, so bitter, and so ever-during,