My words thou canst not read; thine eyes are blinded here,
Wait the unveiling _There_! Then understand and fear!

FELIX.
Nay, nay, in truth I would a Christian be!

POLY.
In thy hard heart alone a bar I see.

FELIX (whispering).
This Roman knight----

POLY (aloud).
Severus, thou wouldst say.

FELIX.
Once let him sail, I will no more delay,
For this I anger feign;--let him depart!

POLY.
'Tis thus thou wouldst reveal a Christian heart?
To idols dumb--to Pagans blind, thy sugared poison bear,
Christ's servants quaff another cup, sure refuge from despair.

FELIX.
What is this deadly draught that thou wouldst drain?
I'll drink thy wine.--Till then, from death refrain!

POLY.
To swine no more my holy pearls I cast,