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THE MARTYR: A DRAMA.
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We leave the hated and the hating,
    Existence sad in toil and strife;
The great, the good, the brave are waiting
    To hail our opening life.

Earth's faded sounds our ears forsaking,
    A moment's silence death shall be;
Then to heaven's jubilee awaking,
    Faith ends in victory.


[Exeunt Martyrs, &c, &c. Cordenius with his Officers and Soldiers still remaining; the Officers on the front, and Cordenius apart from them in a thoughtful posture.


FIRST OFFICER.

Brave Varus marches boldly at the head

Of that deluded band.

SECOND OFFICER.

Are these the men who hateful orgies hold

In dens and deserts, courting, with enchantments.
The intercourse of demons?

THIRD OFFICER.

Ay, with rites

Cruel and wild. To crucify a babe,
And, while it yet hangs shrieking on the rood,
Fall down and worship it! device abominable!

FIRST OFFICER.

Dost thou believe it?


THIRD OFFICER.

I can believe or this or any thing

Of the possess'd and mad.