FELIX.
Because he chooses night.
Who loves the darkness hateth still the light.

PAUL.
O, by the Gods--

FELIX.
Nay, daughter, save thy breath;
Spurned--outraged--'tis the Gods demand his death.

PAUL.
They hear our prayers--

FELIX.
Nay, then let Polyeucte pray!

PAUL.
Since Decius gives thee power,--that word unsay!

FELIX.
He gives me power, Pauline, to do his will
Against his foes--'gainst all who work him ill.

PAUL.
Is Polyeucte his foe?

FELIX.
All Christians rebels are.