POLY.
The source of tears is dry, oh, weep no more,
Thy grief lay down, thy fearful heart restore!
Let night's dark dream with superstition die,
The dream is past, for here in life am I!

PAUL.
The day is young, and oh, the day is long,--
And half the dream is true, and Fate is strong;
Severus have I seen, who thought him dead!

POLY.
I know it! Let no tear for this be shed!
Secure with thee am I! Tho' great the knight,
Thy father will command to do me right;
The general is a man of honour,--he
Would ne'er that honour dim by treachery!
He comes in amity, our friend, our guest;
To greet his worth and valour now my quest.

PAUL.
Radiant he came, who left me hopeless, sad,
But he will come no more,--this grace I had.

POLY.
What? Thinkest thou that I can jealous be?

PAUL.
An outrage this on him, on thee, on me!
He came in peace, who all my peace hath marred.