PAUL.
My father comes--oh, peace!

(Enter Felix and Albin)

FELIX.
Nay, peace is flown!
Thy dream begets dull fears, till now unknown;
In part this dream is true, and for the rest----

PAUL.
By what new fear, say, is thy heart opprest?

FELIX.
Severus lives!

PAUL.
Ah! this no cause for fear!

FELIX.
At Decius' court, he, held in honour dear,
Risked life to save his Emperor from his foes,
'Tis to his saviour Decius honour shows!

PAUL.
Thus fickle Fortune bows her head to fate,
And pays the honour due, though all too late!

FELIX.
He comes! Is near----