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 1 1|         healing, cleansing flood o’er me shall flow,~45~I would
 2 1|         he’ll mount and scale.~ ~O break his bonds! Let feeble
 3 1|          bold!~ ~ NEAR. Be bold! O come!~ ~ POLY. Yes, let
 4 1|        enhanced—thy glory won!~ ~O come, they wait!~ ~ POLY.
 5 1|          for love hath power~130~O’er all in earth and heaven.
 6 1|    boasted power~ ~As sovereigns o’er man’s heart! Poor regents
 7 1|       The wife’s true heart must o’er the peril sigh~ ~Which
 8 1|    beneath his feet!~ ~I cried, ‘O father, timely succour bear!’~ ~
 9 1|        dream fulfilled! But how? O father, tell!~ 275~ FELIX.
10 1|         thou love’s chains.~ 320~O Love, my sometime foe, forgive,
11 2|        Blesséd be thy tongue!~10~O magic word, that turns my
12 2|          loves no more? I grope! O give me light!~ ~ FABIAN.
13 2|        give me light!~ ~ FABIAN. O see her not, for painful
14 2|        Her love was virgin gold! O ne’er shall baser metal
15 2|       peerless praise to sing!~ ~O, words are naught, till
16 2|          pain endure!~ ~ FABIAN. O lost indeed, if round her
17 2|          who gains the victory~ ~O’er other men, might e’en
18 2|          a broken heart!~ ~ SEV. O happy thou! O easy remedy!~ ~
19 2|     heart!~ ~ SEV. O happy thou! O easy remedy!~ ~One poor
20 2| infirmity!~ ~Thy heart thy tool, o’er every passion queen,~ ~
21 2|         father I obeyed—~ ~ SEV. O victim pure, obedient, undismayed!~
22 2|          brow!~ ~His freemen we! O fight, Nearchus, now!~ 295~
23 2|       The cause is just, is true—O coward heart, be still!~ ~
24 3|    virtue must all common snares o’erleap!~ ~Their gold unstained
25 3|         no word?~ ~The rites are o’er? What hast thou seen—
26 3|  miscreant, steeped in infamy,~ ~O worse than every name!—a
27 3|     STRAT. Fierce burns his rage o’er that devoted head;—~ ~
28 3|           PAUL. Ere dull despair o’ermaster all my fears,~100~
29 3|     Jehovah—rules alone, supreme o’er earth and heaven,~120~‘
30 3|        Then Polyeucte the shrine o’erthrows, the holy vessels
31 3|             Enter FELIX~~ FELIX. O insolence undreamed!—Before
32 3|          much!—he dies!~ ~ PAUL. O father!—on my knees! (kneels).
33 3|      debased—forsworn I see!~175~O, changeful Fortune! changeless
34 3|        still the light.~ ~ PAUL. O, by the Gods—~ ~ FELIX.Nay,
35 3|        war.~ ~For mine is thine; O father, save thine own—~
36 3|          rule over all.~ ~ PAUL. O hear our dying supplication—
37 3|   compels a saner view.~ ~ PAUL. O, if thou lov’st him still,
38 3|             No more!—~ 245~ PAUL.O father!~ ~Enter ALBIN~~
39 3|         my lord alone in name?~ ~O, by my blind and swift obedience
40 3|         still defy?~ 360~ FELIX. O, press me not in agony so
41 4|    single word!~ ~Thee, Felix, I o’ercame within my cell,~ ~
42 4|      need His strength divine!~ ~O thou, dear saint, thy scars
43 4|           His Heaven to share!~ ~O Pleasure, think not that
44 4|            Shall end in night.~ ~O Decius! Tiger! Pitiless!
45 4|           80~For aye! For aye!~ ~O heavenly fire, most pure,
46 4|       yet unrevealed?~160~ PAUL. O cruel! I can strangle pain
47 4|     least, can feel!~ ~Why gloat o’er heavenly gain, crowns,
48 4|         180~ POLY. Alas!~ ~ PAUL.O! that ‘Alas!’—so faint,
49 4|        POLY. These tears I shed! O, might the Spirit pour~ ~
50 4|          witness thy distress!~ ~O God, who lov’st the dust
51 4|        all things well!~ ~ PAUL. O wretch, what words are these?
52 4|           PAUL. Or else?~ ~ POLY.O God, I trust to Thy control,~
53 4|        not the goal.~ 215~ PAUL. O fancy—fooled!~ ~ POLY.Nay,
54 4|          show~ ~Revenge unworthy o’er a prostrate foe?~ ~ POLY.
55 4|     prize within my grasp must I o’erthrow?~ ~This—Fortune’
56 4|       And while I madly shriek, ‘O love, be kind!’~ ~Pauline,
57 4|           keeps an equal mind!~ ~O generous, but stern! Must
58 4|             Because I love them, o’er love tyrannise?~ ~’Tis
59 4|          Jehovah stands,~ ~Alone o’er heaven and earth and
60 4|         ne’er one queen is found o’er all the hive,~ ~Now—(
61 5|          find grace.~115~ FELIX. O dearest son, thy loss were
62 5|         madness, but the mood is o’er,~130~I am myself again;
63 5|      Severus will be king, and I o’erthrown;—~135~Shall I the
64 5|        another treatment owes:~ ~O base reproach! For this
65 5|       madman let us joinéd be.~ ~O wretched man, hast thou
66 5|         ne’er can pardoned be.~ ~O sight most strange! Here
67 5|       and GUARDS.~ ~Enter ALBIN~~O task ungrateful to my gentle
68 5|         My darkest night~ 300~Is o’er—to break in purest heavenly
69 5|        go: the storm shall break o’er this devoted land,~ ~
70 5|         is mine, and I am his;~ ~O, blessed Christian vengeance!
71 5|       dust. When envious time is o’er,~ ~That dust shall wake