And vale.
Chrysanthus.
Hush! the troops our fight pursuing
Have the forest precincts entered.[17]
Daria.
What then shall I do, Chrysanthus?
Chrysanthus.
Keep thy faith, thy life surrender:—
Daria.
I a thousand lives would offer:
Since to God I 'm so indebted
That I 'll think myself too happy
If 't is given for Him.
Polemius (within).
This centre
Of the mountain, whence the sun
Scarcely ever is reflected—
This dark cavern sure must hold them.
Let us penetrate its entrails,
So that here the twain may die.
Daria.
One thing only is regretted
By me, in my life thus losing,
I am not baptized.