Chrysanthus.
Thou not me, 'till love attracts thee.
Daria.
That perhaps may be; for I
Would not give thee this advantage.
Chrysanthus.
Oh! that love indeed may lead thee
To a state so sweet and happy!
Daria.
Oh! what power will disabuse thee
Of thy ignorance, Chrysanthus?
Chrysanthus.
Oh! what pitying power, Daria,
Will the Christian faith impart thee?
ACT THE THIRD.
Scene I.—The Garden of Polemius.
Enter Polemius, Aurelius, Claudius, and Escarpin.