Pauline another's wife?

FABIAN.
Yes, Polyeucte is her lord.
He came, he saw, he conquered thine adored.

SEV.
Her choice is not unworthy--his a name
Illustrious, from a line of kings he came
Cold comfort for a wound no cure can heal!
My cause is lost,--foredoomed without appeal!
Malignant Jove, to drag me back to-day!
Relentless Fate, to quench hope's dawning ray!
Take back your gifts! One boon alone I crave,
That only boon to none denied--the grave.
Yet would I see her, breathe one last good-bye,
Would hear once more that voice before I die!
My latest breath would still my homage pay,
That memory mine, when lost to realms of day.

FABIAN.
Yet think, my lord--

SEV.
Oh, I have thought of all;
What worser ill can dull despair befall?
She will not see me?

FABIAN.
Yes, my lord, but--