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1002 | seem 1003 | seems 1004 1 | gained this hardest conquest—self-control.~ ~At Rome—where I was born— 1005 5 | and if he still defy,~ ~Self-doomed, insensate, this my proffered 1006 4 | Think of the worth of this self-hated life,~100~And think in pity 1007 5 | No more His mysteries to self-stopped ears~ 230~Will I disclose—( 1008 2 | thou the death thine own self-will prepares!~ ~ POLY. A crown 1009 Per| Characters~FELIX, Roman senator, Governor of Armenia. ~POLYEUCTE, 1010 4 | Thy gods are deaf and senseless, maimed and weak,~ ~Tongues, 1011 5 | to death were he,~ ~The sentence wrong that, with him, slayeth 1012 5 | to thread the maze,~ ~The sequence is most plain—the man betrayed 1013 2 | change and chance thou sit’st serene!~125~In easy flow can pass 1014 3 | thy breast, the hideous serpent slay!~75~Who mocks the Gods 1015 5 | despair.~ ~ FELIX. Death settles all; they’ll find no helper 1016 2 | dear—from whom the Fates me sever!~ ~Thou hast no heart to 1017 3 | and rightly choose.~ ~That shadowy guest, that doth his soul 1018 3 | ire, his fatal purpose shakes.~ ~Foredoomed by Fate, the 1019 1 | an impious horde),~ ~With shameful cross in hand, attest his 1020 2 | seek, which every martyr shares!~ ~ NEAR. A life of duty 1021 5 | to hate thy wife;—~ ~To sheathe thy sword,—to cast away 1022 1 | from sword and flame~ ~One shelter for His flock—one only Name!~ ~ 1023 1 | to heed the call.~90~The shepherd guides me surely to the 1024 2 | welcomes death can life’s short pain endure!~ ~ FABIAN. 1025 1 | Persia stroke of death,~ ~And shouted ‘Victory!’ with his latest 1026 2 | The way that thou hast shown—that way He trod;~ ~His 1027 4 | 310~And while I madly shriek, ‘O love, be kind!’~ ~Pauline, 1028 1 | from agony supreme—~ ~I shrieked—I writhed—I woke—it was 1029 5 | thee confest,~ 310~Some shrines spared Polyeucte, I will 1030 4 | words are vain! [POLYEUCTE signs to GUARDS to conduct him 1031 3 | deed without a name.~ ~To silence hushed, the people knelt, 1032 2 | too deep for voice, shall silent be,~ 200~There, in my chamber, 1033 1 | the heavenly gate.~ ~Poor silly sheep! afar you err and 1034 5 | reap of my credulity.~ ~No simpleton am I, each promise to believe,~ ~ 1035 4 | my heart quails at that single word!~ ~Thee, Felix, I o’ 1036 4 | greet?~90~Or wouldst thou sink my triumph in defeat?~ ~ 1037 3 | Gainst which all else sinks into nothingness.~ ~ PAUL. 1038 2 | all change and chance thou sit’st serene!~125~In easy flow 1039 2 | Jove receive my hero—to the sky!~ ~ SEV. Thou wast my heaven!~ ~ 1040 1 | distress?~ ~The bonds I slacken I would not unloose—~ ~Nothing 1041 5 | furies wait! Their vengeance slake!~ ~ PAUL. His life is saved! 1042 5 | His righteous ire,~ ~His slaughtered Saints of thee will He require!~ ~ 1043 5 | leads to the grave,~ ~The slaves of fear themselves alone 1044 5 | sentence wrong that, with him, slayeth me.~ ~For double death would 1045 4 | life he take,~ ~For thee he slays him—yes, ’tis for thy sake.~ 1046 5 | Decius’ rage and hatred never sleep:~ ~If for that sect abhorred 1047 5 | no more! (To FELIX.) Thy slumbering wrath rewake!~ ~Thy fates 1048 3 | thou wilt—that fear too small!~ ~ PAUL. The Christians 1049 5 | Forgive,~ ~Let Pauline smile once more—let Polyeucte 1050 2 | like thine, I too could smother~ ~A heart in leash, find 1051 5 | Unskilled the fowler who his snare reveals:~ ~If at the bait 1052 3 | Whose virtue must all common snares o’erleap!~ ~Their gold unstained 1053 2 | these, thy heights, I cannot soar, held down by sense and 1054 2 | fallen from the wings~110~Of soaring love, who mocks the wealth 1055 2 | alone!~ ~The faith that soars shall full fruition own;~ ~ 1056 2 | shall moulder with the sod,~ ~Ours for His name to 1057 3 | do not mate.~ ~How high soe’er, worth what it may, I 1058 3 | Importunate! Although my heart is soft,~ ~It is not wax,—and these 1059 2 | A heart in leash, find solace in another.~ ~Too fair, 1060 1 | What am I?~ ~Not mine to solve the dreary mystery!~120~ 1061 | something 1062 | sometime 1063 Per| POLYEUCTE, an Armenian noble, son-in-law to Felix. ~SEVERUS, a Roman 1064 2 | that turns my grief to song!~ ~Yet, if she now forget 1065 2 | Truth is my guide,—let sophistry depart!~105~Had Fate been 1066 1 | for our boasted power~ ~As sovereigns o’er man’s heart! Poor regents 1067 2 | every heart, from Antioch to Spain!~ ~ SEV. To wed a queen— 1068 5 | confest,~ 310~Some shrines spared Polyeucte, I will break 1069 2 | fine-spun adamant Ithuriel’s spear~130~Could never pierce: 1070 1 | here, the tale to tell I sped.~ ~ FELIX. He who once vainly 1071 3 | breath~ ~Should there be spent in vain to avert his death;~ ~ 1072 5 | any fly—~ ~Shall I this spider hail in my fatuity?~ ~His 1073 1 | every heart in Rome!~ ~He spoke: in nameless awe I heard 1074 2 | mine, my load I bear,~ ~So, spotless, thou thy peerless crown 1075 1 | dreams are heaven-sent,~ ~And spring from Jove for man’s admonishment.~ ~ 1076 5 | Cadmus’ seed, new-born~ ~They sprout afresh, and laugh our scythe 1077 5 | 50~Usurps her place, and, spurning curb and rein,~ ~The felon 1078 3 | they die.~ ~We see two stakes of wood, the felon’s shame,~ 1079 2 | distrest.~ ~Say, who can stanch these wounds, that armour 1080 4 | As Ruler absolute Jehovah stands,~ ~Alone o’er heaven and 1081 2 | for caresses there!~ ~No stately Claudia will refuse—no Julia 1082 1 | her ransomer, in a dungeon stayed.~ 285~His death they mourned 1083 3 | and fierce attack.~ ~Such steeds no charioteer controls—for 1084 1 | Father, I would go~ 345~To steel my heart—all weapons to 1085 5 | Cross my own!~ ~ FELIX. The steep ascent, my son, I too would 1086 3 | Wretch, coward, miscreant, steeped in infamy,~ ~O worse than 1087 1 | Had duty not enforced a sterner part.~ 210~Yes, let these 1088 3 | noble thoughts that die still-born,~ 305~And I have thoughts 1089 4 | have I said no word,~ ~I stilled my grief that I might soothe 1090 3 | Nearchus to the flame~ ~Yet stoop to shield my own—thrice 1091 5 | reproach,—for I~ ~Have lied and stormed to shake his constancy.~ 1092 3 | fancies grim I see, and straight embrace,~ ~At hope I clutch, 1093 3 | Which I would know—and straightway had thy blame!~ ~ STRAT. 1094 1 | state~75~Must be forsaken—strait the heavenly gate.~ ~Poor 1095 4 | 160~ PAUL. O cruel! I can strangle pain no more!~ ~Is this 1096 1 | sheep! afar you err and stray~ ~From Him who is The Life, 1097 1 | from the source alone each stream must flow.~ ~To please Him, 1098 4 | will not choose immortal streams: they go~30~To seek for 1099 1 | dying, dealt to Persia stroke of death,~ ~And shouted ‘ 1100 5 | forth malignant zeal,~ ~The strokes that thou hast dealt redoubled 1101 2 | and fair my fame,~ 260~But struggle is defeat,—and combat shame!~ ~ 1102 2 | never pierce: for other stuff is here! [Points to himself.~ ~ 1103 4 | blindness must amaze! must stupefy!~ ~Nay, this is frenzy! 1104 3 | The dread of torture shall subdue his soul!~165~Who mocked 1105 2 | of soul, unequalled and sublime;~ ~In pity for my life forlorn, 1106 3 | PAUL. Ne’er vainly have I sued for pity from my sire!~ ~ 1107 5 | his suit denied,~ ~Severus sues no more,—I know his pride.~ ~ 1108 5 | for their felicity!~ ~Let suffering purify each Christian soul,~ 1109 4 | alone to thee!~ ~Let this suffice thee: she, whom thou hast 1110 4 | great God, ’tis mine,~ ~Sufficient for my every need His strength 1111 5 | dumb—to Pagans blind, thy sugared poison bear,~ ~Christ’s 1112 1 | from one of great Severus’ suite:~ ~Thence, swiftly here, 1113 4 | 325~Nor God nor fiend can sully such a shrine!~ ~ FABIAN. 1114 2 | remains of life~ ~Enough to summon death, and end the piteous 1115 3 | rose—’tis thus our hymn was sung;~ ~Both loud and deep the 1116 2 | night’s dark dream with superstition die,~ ~The dream is past, 1117 1 | name.~ ~Oh, on my knees I supplicate, I pray,~ ~Remove my darkness!— 1118 3 | PAUL. O hear our dying supplication—hear!~ ~ FELIX. Not Jove 1119 2 | POLY. His staff will guide, support my feebleness.~ ~Thou wert 1120 3 | know. Ah, me!~ ~Thought surges upon thought, and has its 1121 2 | 120~Of me, who own their sway, e’en with a broken heart!~ ~ 1122 5 | see~ 330~All oaths Severus swears fulfilled shall be.~ ~Poor 1123 4 | Blessed by thy heart!—Thy sweetest lips to taste!—~ ~Then leave, 1124 4 | power and pelf~ ~I never swerve where honour leads the way;~ ~ 1125 2 | himself.~ ~No faint ‘Alas!’ no swift-repented sigh~ ~Can heal the cureless 1126 1 | Severus’ suite:~ ~Thence, swiftly here, the tale to tell I 1127 5 | death refrain!~ ~ POLY. To swine no more my holy pearls I 1128 3 | doth all his sect.~ ~Is ’t thus a father pleads for 1129 1 | pity drops hath ne’er a taint of fear!~ ~Who dreads not 1130 4 | bitter waters flow,~ ~Sin taints—men poison what was made 1131 Per| of Armenia. ~The action takes place in the Palace of Felix. ~ ~ 1132 4 | daughter’s tears!~ ~One only talisman remains; great God, ’tis 1133 4 | that ‘Alas!’—so faint, so tame!~ ~Yet, if repentant from 1134 4 | strike me dead, Jove’s tarrying thunderbolt!)~ 365~So many 1135 4 | heart!—Thy sweetest lips to taste!—~ ~Then leave, refuse, 1136 3 | shall fall!~ ~ FELIX. So taught by torture of his vilest 1137 4 | sunk in deep despair,~ ~Teach me that shame is base, and 1138 1 | death they mourned above ten thousand slain,~ ~While 1139 5 | their foul incest,~ ~Vaunt theft and murder—all that we detest.~ 1140 | Thence 1141 | thereby 1142 3 | which he was enticed,~ ~He thinks the universe well lost for 1143 1 | that exhaustless fount I thirst, I burn.~50~Then, since 1144 5 | all men deceive.~ ~Thou thoughtst me coward, liar—thou shalt 1145 1 | 115~ POLY. For more, a thousandfold!~ ~ PAUL.Great Gods above!~ ~ 1146 1 | soul, Nearchus, fast in thrall;~10~Who holds the marriage 1147 4 | seek deliverance from these thralls, [Looks at his chains.~ ~ 1148 5 | once thou yield the clue to thread the maze,~ ~The sequence 1149 3 | the doom.~145~ PAUL. How threatening, how dark his mien! How 1150 4 | hero’s name,~ ~I feel the thrill,—I recognise the claim.~ 1151 5 | Polyeucte ne’er cease to throb),~50~Usurps her place, and, 1152 5 | should rebel,~ ~Convulsive throes I mock, and nerveless fury 1153 4 | leaves,~ ~They gain a royal throne to learn how pomp deceives;~ 1154 4 | me dead, Jove’s tarrying thunderbolt!)~ 365~So many masters must 1155 4 | Caligula a god to Roman ears—~ ~Tiberius is enshrined—a Nero deified—~ ~ 1156 4 | end in night.~ ~O Decius! Tiger! Pitiless! Athirst~50~With 1157 1 | courage proved a thousand times in arms~ ~Bow to a peril 1158 | together 1159 3 | her, thy maiden; she hath told thee all.~160~ PAUL. Nearchus 1160 4 | senseless, maimed and weak,~ ~Tongues, mouths they have, and yet 1161 5 | Words—oaths—are but the tools wherewith all men deceive;~ 1162 4 | but thyself, love me,—thy torment ends.~95~Alone thou seal’ 1163 3 | dear love’s despite,~ ~Has torn him from thine arms—his 1164 2 | Lord was scourged, pierced, tortured, slain!~ ~For us He bled! 1165 5 | trembles, and all insecure~ ~Totters my crown,—a prey for every 1166 4 | chance, nor cruel war,~ ~Can touch this peace, or this my kingdom 1167 4 | headsman’s sport?~ ~Is life a toy wherewith thy death to court?~ ~ 1168 5 | tool,~ ~And him thou hast traduced thou wouldst befool!~ ~Go,— 1169 2 | before our holy fire;~ ~Come, trample under foot the gods that 1170 5 | That sees earth’s loss transformed to endless gain!~ 360~ FELIX. 1171 4 | poor sigh?~ ~This joy, this transport fierce, endeavour to conceal.~ 1172 5 | The trapper shall be trapped,—the biter shall be bit,~ ~ 1173 5 | that wind is naught.~ ~The trapper shall be trapped,—the biter 1174 3 | to light no friend:~ ~In travail sore hope comes not to the 1175 3 | traitor I disown!~ ~For treason is a crime without redress,~ ~’ 1176 2 | Forgive that I mistook—nay, treated as a crime—~ ~Thy constancy 1177 5 | wife’s true heart another treatment owes:~ ~O base reproach! 1178 5 | abhorred Severus plead,~40~He trebles loss—so are we lost indeed!~ ~ 1179 2 | be known!~ ~Not mine to tremble as I kiss the rod!~ 290~ 1180 5 | work is vain.~ ~My sceptre trembles, and all insecure~ ~Totters 1181 1 | these fears attest, all trembling for his life,~ ~That I am 1182 1 | him face to face~ ~With tribe of courtiers; all to him 1183 1 | all falsely bright:~60~All tricks he knows and uses—threats 1184 3 | he my daughter wed, more tried, more true:~ ~What wills 1185 1 | child was he,~ ~His mien triumphant, full of majesty!~ ~So might 1186 3 | profaned,~ ~Mad flight and tumult dire let loose, proclaim 1187 5 | nor thee,~ ~To beg of one twice threatened!—Mockery!~ ~First, 1188 2 | SEV.Cease!~ ~ FABIAN. ’Twill but enhance the grief I 1189 3 | the same!~ ~ STRAT. When twined about thy breast, the hideous 1190 4 | from thy heart it came,~ ~’Twould waken hope, still brief, 1191 4 | Because I love them, o’er love tyrannise?~ ~’Tis not enough to lose 1192 5 | and heart to heart,~ ~’Tis tyranny, not law, such love to part.~ ~ 1193 3 | is no poison quaffed all unawares,~ ~What martyrs do and dare— 1194 5 | down, fresh nurslings to unbare,~ ~What moves the seed lies 1195 2 | The traitor sigh, the tear unbid, attest~ ~The combat fierce— 1196 2 | offering grudged is sacrifice unblessed.~ 310~ NEAR. Seek thou the 1197 1 | unknown, without a grave;~ ~Unburied lies his dust amid the slain,~ 1198 4 | thousand gods men build, unchecked, their fanes,~ ~The Christians’ 1199 | under 1200 2 | O victim pure, obedient, undismayed!~ 210~Pauline—too fair—too 1201 3 | FELIX~~ FELIX. O insolence undreamed!—Before my very eyes!—~ ~ 1202 1 | 15~How can I go when all undried her tears?~ ~Her terror 1203 2 | Thy constancy of soul, unequalled and sublime;~ ~In pity for 1204 1 | to me—~ ~This, this, the unfading crown! For this I yearn,~ ~ 1205 2 | weak; thy love is fresh, unfeigned,—~ 350~To these, thy heights, 1206 1 | nameless brave,~ ~Lie still unfound, unknown, without a grave;~ ~ 1207 5 | GUARDS.~ ~Enter ALBIN~~O task ungrateful to my gentle mind!~ ~Well 1208 1 | Parthian dares.~ ~In chain unheeded weakest link must fail,~ ~ 1209 2 | same fate which did our union ban~ ~Hath made me, fated— 1210 3 | enticed,~ ~He thinks the universe well lost for Christ.~ ~ 1211 2 | excess, and fortune most unkind.~165~Forgive that I mistook— 1212 | unless 1213 1 | bonds I slacken I would not unloose—~ ~Nothing I yield—yet grant 1214 4 | flee,~ ~His foes are mine,—unlovely in my sight.~ ~The mighty 1215 5 | and pressing peril thee unman,~ 280~Else—couldst thou 1216 5 | Enter SEVERUS~~ SEV. Unnatural sire, whose craft leads 1217 1 | vengeance linked with power~ ~Unnerves me quite.~ 310~ PAUL.Fear 1218 5 | the biter shall be bit,~ ~Unravelled is the web that he, poor 1219 4 | one to whom light is yet unrevealed?~160~ PAUL. O cruel! I can 1220 3 | command—be thy hard words unsaid!~ ~I gave thee all a daughter 1221 1 | all to him give place;~ ~Unscathed in battle, all extol his 1222 5 | or be lost indeed!’~10~Unskilled the fowler who his snare 1223 1 | Fed, not extinguished, by unslaked desire~ ~Her tears—I view 1224 3 | Thou gav’st that gift unsought,—that gift restore!~ ~I 1225 4 | dark rites pursue~ ~At Rome—untrammelled—this is nothing new:~ ~To 1226 5 | Arise, old man, from knees unused to bend,~ 210~Or to another 1227 5 | blinded here,~ ~Wait the unveiling There! Then understand and 1228 1 | As the pierced cloud unveils a brighter sun,—~100~So 1229 1 | fail,~ ~So fortress yet unwon he’ll mount and scale.~ ~ 1230 3 | Severus—that will Decius do.~ ~Upheld by him, e’en Fortune I defy—~ ~ 1231 2 | waver?~ 305~ POLY.He will me uphold!~ ~ NEAR. To tempt the Lord 1232 3 | Adown the narrow vale with upward gaze.~ 290~ FELIX. And he— 1233 2 | Truth, the Way,~ ~Must I now urge thee to the realms of day?~ ~ 1234 1 | While Decius rears an empty urn in vain!~ ~ PAUL. Alas! ’ 1235 4 | 110~Our life is ours to use, and we that debt must pay.~ ~ 1236 1 | All tricks he knows and uses—threats and prayers—~ ~Attacks 1237 5 | ne’er cease to throb),~50~Usurps her place, and, spurning 1238 4 | they speak of truth, they utter lies.~ ~Thou say’st: ‘To 1239 1 | The Way!~ ~My grief chokes utterance! I see your fate,~ ~As round 1240 3 | patience, duty, conscience, vail their heads~25~’Fore obstinate 1241 3 | amaze~ ~Adown the narrow vale with upward gaze.~ 290~ 1242 2 | gods of stone, of clay, but vampires of the night!~ ~Their dust 1243 2 | not, Fabian. Lost! Gone! Vanished! Dead!~ ~I thought my strength 1244 2 | that wounds I kiss—love vanquishes despair;~ ~Fate only, not 1245 1 | day;~ ~I know that misty vapours of the night~ ~Dissolve 1246 4 | envy turns to hate.~ ~Such vast ambition mine as Cæsar never 1247 5 | and their foul incest,~ ~Vaunt theft and murder—all that 1248 | very 1249 4 | live—there life is pure,~ ~Vice dies untended, virtues all 1250 1 | Name!~ ~The Cross alone our victor over fears,~ ~Not this thy 1251 1 | full of majesty!~ ~So might victorious Caesar near his home~ ~To 1252 3 | of death, when death he views,~ ~Will choose an easier 1253 3 | taught by torture of his vilest friend,~ ~Shall Polyeucte 1254 5 | thy son!~ ~For, hear!—His villainy—or worth—is mine!~ ~Why 1255 2 | dearest name!~ ~Her love was virgin gold! O ne’er shall baser 1256 3 | fear—and fear both give our vision scope—~ 335~E’en now he 1257 1 | attest his word;~ 230~They vouch Severus’ truth—and, to complete~ ~ 1258 2 | now forget each fair, fond vow?~ ~She loved me once,—but 1259 4 | can I ne’er undo~170~The vows I made, the troth I plighted 1260 5 | Of wrong and darkness, wafts me to The Light!~ 345~I 1261 5 | o’er,~ ~That dust shall wake to life for evermore!~ 1262 4 | heart it came,~ ~’Twould waken hope, still brief, and banish 1263 4 | care to scale my prison walls,~ ~But, since three warriors 1264 2 | friend;~ ~The old faith wanes,—we light her funeral pyre,~ ~ 1265 2 | Fortune barred the way,~ ~Want had been wealth with thee, 1266 2 | The combat fierce—the warrior sore distrest.~ ~Say, who 1267 4 | walls,~ ~But, since three warriors armed can surely guard~ ~ 1268 3 | tis He guides all our wars.~ ~‘He casts the mighty 1269 2 | to the sky!~ ~ SEV. Thou wast my heaven!~ ~ PAUL.My father 1270 3 | entreaties oft~ ~Repeated waste thy breath, and vex mine 1271 4 | One fettered man in safest watch and ward,—~ ~Go one, and 1272 2 | bold!~ ~ NEAR. And if thou waver?~ 305~ POLY.He will me uphold!~ ~ 1273 3 | heart is soft,~ ~It is not wax,—and these entreaties oft~ ~ 1274 1 | dares.~ ~In chain unheeded weakest link must fail,~ ~So fortress 1275 3 | love too plain—myself too weakly kind,~ ~Let him repent and 1276 2 | alloy be seen, some saving weakness left,~170~Take pity on a 1277 1 | hurl the dart?~ ~Oh, feeble weapon ’gainst so great a heart!~ ~ 1278 2 | friend, I seek no cure.~ ~Who welcomes death can life’s short pain 1279 2 | STRAT. For Polyeucte’s welfare did Severus pray!~ ~ PAUL. 1280 2 | tho’ his truth, his faith, well-proved be,~ 230~Most baleful is 1281 5 | remind me she with Polyeucte went—~ ~I know not with what 1282 2 | support my feebleness.~ ~Thou wert my staff, to show the Truth, 1283 1 | FELIX. Ah, Fortune, turn thy wheel, else I misfortune meet!~ 1284 4 | dreams!’ my reason cries;~ ~Whene’er they speak of truth, 1285 3 | and reign for maddening whip~ ~Ah! what a base, unworthy 1286 5 | a bar I see.~ ~ FELIX. (whispering). This Roman knight——~ ~ 1287 4 | saint, thy scars all healed, white-robed, in glory crowned,~10~Plead 1288 1 | his latest breath?~ ~His whitening bones, amid the nameless 1289 | whole 1290 5 | Have made the martyr’s widow a true wife.~ ~I see!—I 1291 5 | must ban?~ ~When she, thy widowed daughter, comes—the air~ ~ 1292 3 | can I, by Severus, weapons wield,~ 350~Should he my daughter 1293 1 | these Christians and their wiles!~ ~I dread their vengeance, 1294 5 | myself—I mean the State,~ ~To wilful man there comes relentless 1295 2 | Duty—her father—Fate—these willed, she but obeyed;~ ~Not hers 1296 5 | drain?~110~I’ll drink thy wine.—Till then, from death refrain!~ ~ 1297 1 | command.~ ~ STRAT. Ah! I must wish that love the day had won!~ ~ 1298 4 | 190~Should I look down to witness thy distress!~ ~O God, who 1299 1 | I shrieked—I writhed—I woke—it was a dream!~ ~And yet 1300 1 | round the fold the hungry wolves of hate~80~Closer and fiercer 1301 5 | faith,—and evermore~ 225~He works salvation for his ransomed 1302 2 | that grace hast thou.~ ~No worldly thought has checked the 1303 3 | steeped in infamy,~ ~O worse than every name!—a Christian 1304 2 | thought of all;~70~What worser ill can dull despair befall?~ ~ 1305 4 | disown.~ 235~The gift is worthy thee,—I know thy worth~ ~ 1306 1 | my will,~ ~The dart that wounded has the power to kill.~ ~ 1307 3 | father would their vengeance wreak?~55~ STRAT. Oh, fear whate’ 1308 1 | I dread their vengeance, wreaked upon my lord,~ 250~For Christian 1309 3 | Nearchus fullest vengeance wreaks!~90~ PAUL. Nearchus lured 1310 3 | The other would that wrested prize regain;~ ~While patience, 1311 5 | seeks to heal.~ ~I see thee wrestle with thy deep distress~ ~ 1312 1 | supreme—~ ~I shrieked—I writhed—I woke—it was a dream!~ ~ 1313 5 | vain; the dark abyss that yawns for thee~ ~May hold thee 1314 1 | unfading crown! For this I yearn,~ ~For that exhaustless 1315 3 | grasped his prize,~ ~The other yearns for prize himself has missed.~ 1316 1 | shame,~ ~For though in other years the heavenly flame~170~Descended, 1317 1 | To-day!~ ~The fruit to-morrow yields—oh, who shall say?~ ~Our