ANTIOCHUS. You mean to Charity?
HADRIAN. Who else?
ANTIOCHUS. She ran to and fro, playing in the fierce whirlwind of smoke and flame, and sang praises to her God. Those who watched closely said that three men dressed in white walked by her side.
HADRIAN. I blush to see her again, as I have not been able to harm her.
ANTIOCHUS. She must perish by the sword like the others.
HADRIAN. Let us use it then, and without delay.
SCENE VII
ANTIOCHUS. Uncover that obstinate little neck, Charity, and prepare for the sword of the executioner.
CHARITY. This time I do not wish to resist. I am glad to obey.
SAPIENTIA. Now, little one, now we must give thanks; now we must exult in Christ. Now I am free from anxiety, for I am certain of your triumph.
CHARITY. Kiss me, mother, and commend my soul to Christ.
SAPIENTIA. May He Who quickened you in my womb receive the spirit He breathed into you!
CHARITY. Glory be to Thee, O Christ, Who hast called me to Thyself, and honoured me with the martyr's crown!
SAPIENTIA. Farewell, beloved child, farewell; and
