rays that lit up the whole tomb. One of these rays darted full on my face, and at the same moment I heard a voice crying:- 'Die now, Callimachus, to live again!' At those words I expired.
ST. JOHN. It was Heaven's grace at work, which delighteth not in the ruin of sinners.
CALL. Now you have heard the pitiful story of my ruin, do not any longer withold from me the balm of your compassion -
ST. JOHN. No. I will not.
CALL. For I feel altogether overwhelmed; my heart aches with remorse; I am full of trouble and inward groaning, and shed tears at the thought of my sacriligious act.
ST. JOHN. Richly you deserve it, too. Such a grievous sin needs no light repentance to cure it.
CALL. Oh, if I could only unbar the secret places of my soul, to let you see the bitter anguish I am suffering within. Then you would be sorry for my misery!
ST. JOHN. No, I rather rejoice to see it, because I am sure your grief is a
