May Heaven shower bliss and peace on Polyeucte and thee!

PAUL.
Stern Fate obeyed, end, Death, his agony,
And Jove receive my hero--to the sky!

SEV.
_Thou wast_ my heaven!

PAUL.
My father I obeyed--

SEV.
O victim pure, obedient, undismayed!
Pauline--too fair--too dear--I can no more!

PAUL.
So must I say--depart--where I adore!

(Exit Severus.)

STRAT.
Yes, it is hard--most sad--behold my tears!
But now, at least, there is no cause for fears:
Thy dream is but a dream--is naught, is vain;
Severus pardons. Gone that cause for pain!

PAUL.
Oh, if from pity start thy easy tear,
Add not that other woe--forgotten fear!