66 Theoph. They are the gods', great lady, They were most happy in your service else: On these, when they fell from their father's faith, I used a judge's power, entreaties failing And, as they had been strangers to my blood, All kind of tortures; part of which they suffer'd "Artem. And could you endure, Being a father, to behold their limbs 66 Theoph. I did; but must Confess there was a strange contention in me, And pity of a father; to help justice Religion stept in, under which odds Compassion fell: - yet still I was a father; For e'en then, when the flinty hangman's whips Were worn with stripes spent on their tender limbs, I kneel'd and wept, and begg'd them, though they would Be cruel to themselves, they would take pity On my gray hairs: now note a sudden change, Which I with joy remember; those, whom torture, By seeing of my sufferings; and so won, I gave them to the gods: and be assured, I that used justice with a rigorous hand, Upon such beauteous virgins, and mine own, Will use no favour, where the cause commands me, He who did not spare his own offspring, was not likely to spare others; and by Dioclesian he is urged to He is seconded by Sapritius, persevere in his zeal. the governor of Cæsarea, who is in high favour with object to the "Anton. In what thou think'st thou art most wise, thou art Grossly abused, Macrinus, and most foolish. For any man to match above his rank, Is but to sell his liberty. With Artemia Rule as becomes a husband: for the danger, I slight it thus. If, then, thou art my friend, A governor's place upon thee, be my helper. "Anton. Go then, Macrinus, To Dorothea; tell her I have worn, In all the battles I have fought, her figure, Her figure in my heart, which, like a deity, Thou can'st speak well, And of thy choicest language spare a little, Sent in the way of sacrifice, not service, "Mac. I am yours: And, if my travail this way be ill spent, [Exeunt." Dorothea is described as one who scarcely belongs to this world. Her sole occupation is either in prayer, or in works of charity. And well may it be; for as Theophilus has a demon, so she has an angel page. What follows is exquisitely beautiful : "Dor. My book and taper. "Ang. Here, most holy mistress. "Dor. Thy voice sends forth such musick, that I never Was ravish'd with a more celestial sound. Were every servant in the world like thee, So full of goodness, angels would come down To dwell with us: thy name is Angelo, stars. |