Serapíon [the Sleeper].
Dream yourself! Why, as I look at you you fade and fade away ... and now I don’t see you at all!... Constantine, is it true we shall be put to death for loving Christos?
The Other Sleepers.
[Suddenly recalling their plight.]
Aye; truth is it, or dream?
Constantine [the Sleeper].
Dream of a night
Forever vanished!... Listen to the song
Praising the God of Love! [Clear and sweet rises the sound of the Gloria. The Sleepers, rejoicing, seek to join in it, but their voices fail them.]
Serapíon [the Sleeper].