polyuecte-第5章
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I know my virtues sure； and fair my fame；
But struggle is defeat；and combat shame！
POLY。
Oh； true thy shield； thy victory is won；
He only who has lost thee is undone；
His noble grief the cost of all my bliss；
Ah； Cleopatra's pearl was naught to this！
The more my faults I see； the more thy truth I learn；
The more do I admire
（Enter Cleon。）
CLEON。
My lord； the altars burn
With holy fire。 The victim they prepare；
On thee alone they wait； our rites to share。
POLY。
Go； we do follow thee！
PAUL。
I cannot go；
Severus flies my sight； to him I owe
My absencenot； alas！ to him alone！
Go thou； and oh； remember he is great；
In his sole hands Severus holds thy fate！
POLY。
A foe so great； so noble； is a friend；
Oh； not from him the lance that Heaven will send！
Exeunt Pauline； Stratonice and Cleon。
NEAR。
Where go'st thou？
POLY。
To the temple is the call。
NEAR。
What！ Wouldst thou mingle in their heathen brawl？
Thou art a Christian； and canst thou forget？
POLY。
Canst /thou/； who fore mine eyes the cross didst set？
NEAR。
Not mine their gods！
POLY。
He calls me！ I must go！
NEAR。
I fly their altars！
POLY。
I would overthrow！
Not mine to fly a worship I disown；
By me Jehovah； King of kings； be known！
Not mine to tremble as I kiss the rod！
I conquer by the Cross； I fight for God！
Thou wouldst abstain！ For me another course
From Heaven the call； and Heaven will give the force！
What！ Yield to evil！ His Cross on my brow！
His freemen we！ O fight； Nearchus； now！
For us our Lord was scourged； pierced； tortured； slain！
For us He bled！ Say； has He died in vain？
NEAR。
Let timely moderation temper zeal！
POLY。
HisHis alone am I！ His woe my weal！
NEAR。
In love with death？
POLY。
For Him I love I die！
He died for me！ So death is victory！
NEAR。
Thy flesh is weak！
POLY。
Yet He will make me bold！
NEAR。
And if thou waver？
POLY。
He will me uphold！
NEAR。
To tempt the Lord thy God were an offence。
POLY。
He is my shieldhence！ cursed tempter； hence！
NEAR。
In time of need the faith must be confessed。
POLY。
The offering grudged is sacrifice unblessed。
NEAR。
Seek thou the death thine own self…will prepares！
POLY。
A crown I seek； which every martyr shares！
NEAR。
A life of duty well that crown can win。
POLY。
The purest life on earth is stained with sin。
Why yield to time and chance what death assures？
Death but the gate of life that aye endures。
If I be Hislet me be His alone！
The faith that soars shall full fruition own；
Who trusts； yet fears and doubts； his faith is dead！
NEAR。
Not death the Christian's prayer； but daily bread。
Live to protect the flock； so sore oppressed。
POLY。
Example be their friend； most sure； most blessed！
NEAR。
Thou woo'st thy death！
POLY。
Is this poor life so dear？
NEAR。
Ah； I must own my heart is slave to fear。
The rack！ The cross！ I might my Lord disown！
POLY。
From Him our help； our strength； from Him alone！
Who fears denial does at heart deny；
Who doubts the power of faith makes faith a lie！
NEAR。
Who leans upon a reed shall find distress。
POLY。
His staff will guide； support my feebleness。
Thou wert my staff； to show the Truth； the Way；
Must I now urge thee to the realms of day？
Thou fearest death？
NEAR。
The Christ once feared to die！
POLY。
Yet drained the bitter cup of agony！
The way that thou hast shownthat way He trod；
His way be ours to lead man's soul to God
For heathen shrineto rear His altar fair；
The deathless hope alone can kill despair！
Thou said'st： 'If Him thou wilt for pattern take；
Then leave wife； wealth； home； all for His dear sake！'
Alas； that love of thine； now weak and poor；
Glows yet within my breastand shall endure；
Ah； must the dawn of this my perfect day
Find thy full light beclouded； dimmed； astray？
NEAR。
Baptismal waters yet bedew thy brow；
The grace that once was mine； that grace hast thou。
No worldly thought has checked the flow； no guilty act has stained；
Thy wings are strong； while mine are weak； thy love is fresh； ungeigned；
To these； thy heights； I cannot soar； held down by sense and sin；
How can I storm the citadel？the traitor lurks within！
Forsake me not； my God！ Thy spirit pour！
Oh； make me true to Him whom I adore！
With Thee I rise；the flesh； the world； defy；
Thou； who hast died for me； for Thee I die！
Yes； I will go！ With heaven…born zeal I burn；
I will be free；all Satan's lures I spurn；
Death； torture； outrage； these will I embrace；
To nerve my heart and arm； Heaven grant me grace！
POLY。
On eagle wings of faith and hope ascend！
I hail my masterrecognise my friend；
The old faith wanes；we light her funeral pyre；
Her ashes fall before our holy fire；
Come； trample under foot the gods that men have wrought；
The rotten； helpless staff is broke； is goneis naught。
Their darkness felt they own； but let them see the light！
Their gods of stone； of clay； but vampires of the night！
Their dust shall turn to dust；shall moulder with the sod；
Ours for His name to fight：the issue is with God。
NEAR。
The cause is just； is trueO coward heart； be still！
I lived to doubt His wordI die to do His Will！
ACT III
PAULINE
PAUL。
Caresclouded and confusedoppress； obscure
In changeful forms； my eye； my heart； my mind：
My soul finds room for every guest save one；
Fair hope has flown；no star can pierce my night：
Each tyrant rages 'gainst opposing foe
In deadly fightyet brings to light no friend：
In travail sore hope comes not to the birth
Fear hydra…headed terror still begets；
All fancies grim I see； and straight embrace；
At hope I clutch； who still eludes my grasp；
Her rainbow hues adored are but a frame
That serve by contrast to make fear more dark。
Severus haunts meoh； I know his love；
Yet hopeless love must mate with jealousy；
While Polyeucte； who has won what he has lost；
Can meet no rival with an equal eye。
The fruit of rivalry is ever hate
And envy； both must still engender strife：
One sees that rival hand has grasped his prize；
The other yearns for prize himself has missed。
Weak reason naught； when headlong passion reigns；
For valour seeks a sword； and loverevenge。
One fears to see the prize he gained impaired；
The other would that wrested prize regain；
While patience； duty； conscience； vail their heads
'Fore obstinate defence and fierce attack。
Such steeds no charioteer controlsfor they
Mistake both curb and reign for maddening whip。
Ah！ what a base； unworthy fear is mine！
How ill I read these fair； these noble souls；
Whose virtue must all common snares o'erleap！
Their gold unstained by dross or mean alloy！
As generous foes so will theymust they meet！
Yet are they rivalsthis the thought that kills！
Not even hereat homeis Polyeucte safe；
The eagle wings of Rome reach over all。
Oh； if my father bow to Roman might；
If he repent the choice that he hath made；
At this one thought hope's flame leaps up to die！
Orif new…borndies ere she see the light。
Hope but deceived；my fear alone I trust；
Heaven grant such confidence be falsebe vain！
（Enter Stratonice。）
Nay； let me know the worst！ What； girl！no word？
The rites are o'er？ What hast thou seenwhat heard？
They met in amity？In peace they part？
STRAT。
Alas！ Alas！
PAUL。
Nay； soothe my aching heart！
I would have comfort；but this face of woe
A quarrel？
STRAT。
PolyeucteNearchusgo
The Christians
PAUL。
What of them？
STRAT。
Ah； how to speak
PAUL。
They on my father would their vengeance wreak？
STRAT。
Oh； fear whate'er thou wiltthat fear too small！
PAUL。
The Christians rise？
STRAT。
Oh； would that this were all！
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