Poly monologue — Polyeucte

Unworthy thee the thought, Pauline, for I Severus called, and he hath heard my cry. My importunity he will excuse, My prayer I know that he will not refuse. Severus--this--the treasure that was mine To thy most tender care I now resign: To thee, as noblest man that I have known;-- Since earthly ties and joys I must disown. The gift is worthy thee,--I know thy worth Is great, but she no equal hath on earth. My life, the bar,--my death the link shall be,-- Oh, grudge me not my dear brief ecstasy! Oh, ease the heart that once was hers,--and guide Her doubting footsteps to the Crucified! This my last benison! All else is poor! Await the promised light! Believe! Endure! But words are vain!