A Soldier.
See, a crowd of them there flying
To the mountains.
Polemius.
Intercept them,
And secure the rabble rout;
This one I shall guard myself here:— [Exeunt Aurelius and soldiers.
Miserable wretch! who art thou?
Thus that I may know thee better,
Judging from thy face thy crimes,
I unveil thee. Gracious heaven!
My own son!
Chrysanthus.
Oh! heavens! my father!
Polemius.
Thou with Christians here detected?
Thou here in their caverns hidden?
Thou a prisoner? Wherefore, wherefore,
O immense and mighty Jove,
Are thy angry bolts suspended?
Chrysanthus.
'T was to solve a certain doubt
Which some books of thine presented,
That I sought Carpophorus,
That I wandered to these deserts,
And . . .
Polemius.