POLONIA. And I have won,
Here in this Babylon delayed,
O'er wrath and rage the victory.
LUIS [within]. Thy feigned resemblance does not frighten me,
Though thou dost take a form
Might tempt my steps astray
And make me turn despairing from my way.
POLONIA. Thy fear doth badly thee inform,
Poor to be brave and rich to be afraid,
For I Polonia am, and not her shade,
The same that thou didst slay,
But who by God's decree
Restored to life, even in this misery,
Is happier far to-day.
LUIS [within]. Since I my sinful state
Confess, and feel too well its fearful weight,
Thy wrong, oh, pardon too!
POLONIA. I give it, and approve of thy design.
LUIS [within]. My faith, at least, I never will resign.
POLONIA. That grace will be thy safeguard.
LUIS [within]. Then, adieu!
POLONIA. Adieu!
LUIS [within]. May God in pity save.