ANTIOCHUS. Yes, she will not find it so easy to escape from Vulcan.
HOPE. Christ has before now made fire grow mild and change its nature.
HADRIAN. Antiochus, what is that sound? I seem to hear a noise like that of rushing waters.
ANTIOCHUS. My lord! My lord!
HADRIAN. What has happened?
ANTIOCHUS. The boiling fire has burst the cauldron! It has overflowed and consumed every man near it. Only the vile witch who caused the disaster has escaped unhurt.
HADRIAN. It seems we are worsted.
ANTIOCHUS. Yes, we can do nothing.
HADRIAN. She must be beheaded like the other.
ANTIOCHUS. By the sword only can she be destroyed.
HOPE. Charity, my dear, my only sister, have no fear of the tyrant's threats, and do not wince at the thought of suffering. Be strong in faith, and strive to follow the example of your sisters who are going before you to the palace of heaven.
CHARITY. I am weary of this earth. I do not want to be separated from you even for a short time.
HOPE. Have courage! Stretch out your hands to the palm. We shall be separated only for a moment. Soon, very soon, we shall be together in heaven.
CHARITY. Soon! Soon!
