POLY.
I cannot!

NEAR.
To deny would yield thine enemy the victory!
He loves to kill, and knows his deadliest dart
Finds friend within the fort--thy traitor heart!

Enter Pauline and Stratonice

POLY.
I needs must go, Pauline! My love, good-bye!
I go but to return--for thine am I!

PAUL.
Oh, why this haste to leave a loving wife?
Doth honour call?--or fear'st thou for thy life?

POLY.
For more, a thousandfold!

PAUL.
Great Gods above!

POLY.
Thou hast my heart! Let this content thy love!

PAUL.
You love and yet you leave me. What am I?
Not mine to solve the dreary mystery!