Daria.
Nor I.
Polemius.
Let them instantly from this
To their punishment be led.—
Escarpin.
Do not budge from what you said.
It is excellent as it is.
Chrysanthus.
Woe is me! but wherefore fear,
O beloved betrothéd mine?—
Trust in God, that power divine
For whose sake we suffer here:—
He will aid us and be near:—
Daria.
In that confidence I live,
For if He His life could give
For my love, and me select,
He His honour will protect.
Chrysanthus.
These sad tears He will forgive.
Ne'er to see thee more! thus driven. . .
Daria.
Cease, my heart like thine is riven,
But again we 'll see each other,
When in heaven we 'll be, my brother,
The two lover saints of Heaven. (They are led out.