For love's dear sake--await the answer _there_!

PAUL.
To leave me here is naught! Thou wouldst seduce my soul!

POLY.
Heaven is scarce Heaven for me, if thou reach not the goal.

PAUL.
O fancy-fooled!

POLY.
Nay, led by heavenly light!

PAUL.
Thy faith is blindness!

POLY.
Faith is more than sight!

PAUL.
Ah, death, strange rival to a wife's pure love!

POLY.
This world our rival with the joys above!

PAUL.
Go, monster! woo thy death! Thou lov'dst me never!

POLY.