Severus flies my sight; to him I owe
My absence--not, alas! to him alone!
Go thou, and oh, remember he is great;
In his sole hands Severus holds thy fate!

POLY.
A foe so great, so noble, is a friend,
Oh, not from him the lance that Heaven will send!

Exeunt Pauline, Stratonice and Cleon.

NEAR.
Where go'st thou?

POLY.
To the temple is the call.

NEAR.
What! Wouldst thou mingle in their heathen brawl?
Thou art a Christian, and canst thou forget?

POLY.
Canst _thou_, who fore mine eyes the cross didst set?

NEAR.
Not mine their gods!

POLY.
He calls me! I must go!