, to serve you: but the passions
Of Chrysanthus are so strong,
That my skill they overmaster.

POLEMIUS.
How?

CARPOPHORUS.
Because the means of cure
He perversely counteracteth.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Ah! sir, no, I 've left undone
Nothing that you have commanded.

CARPOPHORUS.
No, not so, his greatest peril
He has rashly disregarded.

POLEMIUS.
I implicitly can trust you,
Of whose courage, of whose talents
I have been so well informed,
That I mean at once to grant them
The reward they so well merit.

CARPOPHORUS.
Sir, may heaven preserve and guard you.

POLEMIUS.
Come with me; for I desire
That you should from my apartments
Choose what best doth please you; I
Do not doubt you 'll find an ample
Guerdon for your care.

CARPOPHORUS.
To be
Honoured in this public manner
Is my best reward.

POLEMIUS (aside).
The world
Shall this day a dread example
Of my justice see, transcending
All recorded in time's annals. (Exeunt Polemius and Carpophorus.)

CHRYSANTHUS.
Better than I could have hoped for
Has it happened, since my father
Shows by his unruffled face
That his name he has not gathered.
What more evidence can I wish for
Than to see the gracious manner
In which he conducts him whither
His reward he means to grant him?
Oh! that love would do as much
In the fears and doubts that rack me,
Since I cannot wed Daria,
And be faithful to Christ's banner.

(Enter Daria.)

DARIA (aside).
Tyrant question which methought
Timely flight alone could answer,
Once again, against my will
To his presence thou dost drag me.

CHRYSANTHUS (aside).
But she comes again: let sorrow
Be awhile replaced by gladness:--
Ah! Daria, so resolved[13] (aloud,
Not to see or hear me more,
Art thou here?

DARIA.
Deep pondering o'er,
As the question I revolved,
I would have the mystery solved:
'T is for that I 'm here, then see
It is not to speak with thee.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Speak, what doubt wouldst thou decide?

DARIA.
Thou hast said a God once died
Through His boundless love to me:
Now to bring thee to conviction
Let me this one strong point try . . .

CHRYSANTHUS.
What?

DARIA.
To be a God, and die,
Doth imply a contradiction.
And if thou dost still deny
To my god the name divine,
And reject him in thy scorn
For beginning, I opine,
If thy God could die, that mine
Might as easily be born.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Thou dost argue with great sk