Carpophorus.
Oh! sacred heaven!
Now my wished-for day has come.
A Voice from Heaven.
No, not yet, my faithful servant:—
I desire the constancy
Of Chrysanthus may be tested:—
Heed not him, as for thyself,
In this manner I preserve thee. [Carpophorus disappears.
(Enter Polemius.)
Polemius.
What has happened?
Aurelius.
Oh! a wonder.—
We Carpophorus arrested,
And with him this other Christian;
Both we held here bound and fettered,
When from out our hands he vanished.
Polemius.
By some sorcery 't was effected,
For those Christians use enchantments,
And then miracles pretend them.