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 when you are united to Christ in heaven give a thought to the mother who gave you life even when the years had exhausted her strength.