I would have comfort,--but this face of woe--
A quarrel?

STRAT.
Polyeucte--Nearchus--go--
The Christians--

PAUL.
What of them?

STRAT.
Ah, how to speak--

PAUL.
They on my father would their vengeance wreak?

STRAT.
Oh, fear whate'er thou wilt--that fear too small!

PAUL.
The Christians rise?

STRAT.
Oh, would that this were all!
Thy dream, Pauline, is true; Polyeucte is----

PAUL.
Dead?

STRAT.