Atto

 1 1|         POLY. You know me ill,—’tis mine, that holy fire,~ ~
 2 1|   obstruction piles,—~ ~To-day ’tis tears impede, to-morrow—
 3 1|     heart that God has touched ’tis God must keep!~ ~Who looks
 4 1|          NEAR. He may—he must! ’Tis Christ says, “Love thy brother,’~
 5 1|       him—all goodness know!~ ~’Tis from the source alone each
 6 1|          There, safe with Him, ’tis He will make me bold!~ ~
 7 1|        Take courage, dear one, ’tis but for an hour,~ ~Thy love
 8 1|      leaves me!~ ~ STRAT.Lady, ’tis because he must!~ ~He loves
 9 1|         start not, shrink not, ’tis no tale of shame,~ ~For
10 1|        in vain!~ ~ PAUL. Alas! ’tis he; all Rome attests his
11 1|         kindly Mother Earth!~ ~’Tis but his memory that I adore—~ ~
12 1|        dream is true!~ ~ STRAT.’Tis true your dream is sad,~
13 1|         But now you are awake, ’tis but a dream you had!~ ~For
14 1|       Emperor from his foes,~ ~’Tis to his saviour Decius honour
15 1|       revolt had safety won!~ ~’Tis thine obedience leaves us
16 2|    thought my strength was oak—’tis but a reed!~50~Pauline is
17 2|      For me one offering left: ’tis this: Endure!~ ~Thy glory
18 3| laughter vile the incense rose—’tis thus our hymn was sung;~ ~
19 3|       grants a glorious peace, ’tis He guides all our wars.~ ~‘
20 3|     Felix—but I mark his step!—’tis he shall speak the doom.~
21 3|         The bird escapes, when ’tis the owner’s will.~ ~ FELIX.
22 3|           200~Spurned—outraged—’tis the Gods demand his death.~ ~
23 3|       still the same.~ ~ PAUL. ’Tis as I said—oh, father, yet
24 3|         that note thou’lt find ’tis so.~ ~Prepare to see thy
25 4|   talisman remains; great God, ’tis mine,~ ~Sufficient for my
26 4|          Well may ye grant it, ’tis an easy task:~15~I do not
27 4|        pain for thee! Pauline, ’tis strange!~ ~Not thus, ye
28 4|         thee he slays him—yes, ’tis for thy sake.~ 285~Christ
29 4|         o’er love tyrannise?~ ~’Tis not enough to lose thee,
30 4|        faithless rival live!~ ~’Tis not enough: his death I
31 4|     shall triumph over pain;~ ~’Tis hers, and, by the Gods,
32 4|  implore a Nazarene to save!~ ~’Tis death that hath thy heart;
33 5|        this is stern!~ ~ FELIX.’Tis stern, ’tis just—as fate;~ ~
34 5|    stern!~ ~ FELIX.’Tis stern, ’tis just—as fate;~ ~When justice
35 5|        to save;~ ~If he repent—’tis well! If not—the grave!~ ~(
36 5|       let him depart!~ ~ POLY. ’Tis thus thou wouldst reveal
37 5|          and heart to heart,~ ~’Tis tyranny, not law, such love