Faith,--_faith_--not reason, shall see light at last;
Soon--when I see my God--yes, face to face,
I will implore that Felix may find grace.

FELIX.
O dearest son, thy loss were death to me!

POLY.
This loss can be repaired--the remedy
Find in Severus; he will take my place;
By Decius honoured he will not disgrace
Thy house: my death will an advantage win
For thee, for her, for me.--The work begin!

FELIX.
Such my reward! Yes, insult is the child
Of injury. The grace I grant, reviled,
Shall turn to swift revenge. The gods defied
May do their will and speed the suicide!

POLY.
I thought the gods were dead, but they revive
With human passion; Felix, do not strive
Against thy nature; lay aside thy ruth;
Who loves a lie can never follow truth.

FELIX.
I humoured madness, but the mood is o'er,
I am myself again; I did implore,--
'Twas vain; the dark abyss that yawns for thee