Polemius.
Is the cure of thy disease,
What must that disease have been!
'T is Carpophorus. . . .
Daria.
Dread scene!
Polemius.
He who with false science came
Not to give thee life indeed,
But that he himself should bleed:—
That thy fate be not the same,
Of his mournful end take heed:
Do not thou that dost survive,
My revenge still further drive,
Since the sentence seems misread—
The physician to be dead,
And the invalid alive.—
Chrysanthus.
It were cruelty extreme,
It were some delirious dream,
That could see in this the cure
Of the ill that I endure.
Polemius.
It to him did pity seem,
Seemed the sole reward that he
Asked or would receive from me:
Since when dying, he but cried . .
The Head of Carpophorus.
Seek, O soul! seek Him who died
Solely for the love of thee!—
Chrysanthus.
What a portent!
Daria.