Polyeucte

FELIX. His soul thou canst not read--tho' noble heart he feigns. The father he abhors,--the daughter he disdains! What Polyeucte won he sought: his suit denied, Severus sues no...

SEV. Let Felix bow to Jove and incense pour, I seek a dearer shrine, for I adore Nor Jove, nor Mars, nor Fortune--but Pauline. This fruit now ripening late my hand would glean:...

POLY. Ah, how my heart quails at that single word! Thee, Felix, I o'ercame within my cell, Laughed at thy threats if death and torture fell; Yet hast thou still one arm to rouse...

PAUL. Cares--clouded and confused--oppress, obscure In changeful forms, my eye, my heart, my mind: My soul finds room for every guest save one; Fair hope has flown,--no star can...

NEARCHUS. Shall woman's dream of terror hurl the dart? Oh, feeble weapon 'gainst so great a heart! Must courage proved a thousand times in arms Bow to a peril forged by vain ala...