Yes, I will go to tell her thou hast drained
To the last drop the cup that Fate ordained.
She knows thee hero, but she feared that pain
Might prove thee also man--by passion slain.
She feared Despair, who gains the victory
O'er other men, might e'en thy master be!

SEV.
Peace! Peace! She comes!

FABIAN.
To thine own self be true!

SEV.
Nay! True to her! Shall I her life undo?
She loves the Armenian!

Enter Pauline

PAUL.
Yes, that debt I pay,
Hard--wrung, acquitted,--his my love alway!
Who has my hand, he holds--shall hold--my heart!
Truth is my guide,--let sophistry depart!
Had Fate been kind, then had Pauline been thine,
Heart, faith and duty, linked with bliss divine.
In vain had fickle Fortune barred the way,
Want had been wealth with thee, my guide, my stay,
And poverty had fallen from the wings
Of soaring love, who mocks the wealth of kings!