Carpophorus.
There
’s but one God,
Equal in the power exerted,
Equal in the state and glory;
For . . .
Chrysanthus.
I
listen, but I tremble.
Carpophorus.
The eternal Father is
Limitless, even so unmeasured
And eternal is the Son,
And unmeasured and eternal
Is the Holy Ghost; but then
Three eternities are not meant here,
Three immensities, no, but One,
Who is limitless and eternal.
For though increate the three,
They are but one Uncreated.
First the Father was not made,
Or created, or engendered;
Then engendered was the Son
By the Father, not created;
And the Spirit was not made
Or created, or engendered
By the Father or the Son,
But proceeds from both together.
This is God’s divinity
Viewed as God alone, let ’s enter
On the human aspect.
Chrysanthus.
Stay:
For so strange, so unexpected
Are the things you say, that I
Need for their due thought some leisure.
Let me my lost breath regain,
For entranced, aroused, suspended,
Spell-bound your strong reasons hold me.
Is there then but one sole God
In three Persons, one in essence,
One in substance, one in power,
One in will?
Carpophorus.
My
son, ’t is certain.
(Enter Aurelius and Soldiers.)
Aurelius to the Soldiers.
Yonder is the secret cavern
Of Carpophorus, at its entrance
See him seated with another
Reading.
A soldier.
Why
delay? Arrest them.
Aurelius.
Recollect Polemius bade us,
When we seized them, to envelope
Each one’s face, that so, the Christians,
Their accomplices and fellows,
Should not know or recognize them.
A soldier.
You ’re our prisoners.
[A veil is thrown over the head of each.]
Chrysanthus.
What!
base wretches . . .
Aurelius.
Gag their mouths.
Chrysanthus.
But
then I am . . .
Aurelius.
Come, no words: now tie together
Both their hands behind their backs.
Chrysanthus.
Why I am . . .
Carpophorus.
Oh!
sacred heaven!
Now my wished-for day has come.
A voice from heaven.
No, not yet, my faithful servant:—
I desire the constancy
Of Chrysanthus may be tested:—
Heed not him, as for thyself,
In this manner I preserve thee. [Carpophorus disappears.
(Enter Polemius.)
Polemius.
What has happened?
Aurelius.
Oh!
a wonder.—
We Carpophorus arrested,
And with him this other Christian;
Both we held here bound and fettered,
When from out our hands he vanished.