FORTUNATUS. Who wakes me? Who takes my hand? Who calls me back to life?
JOHN. Drusiana.
FORTUNATUS. How can that be? Only a few days since she died.
JOHN. Yes, but now, through the power of Christ, she lives again.
FORTUNATUS. And is that Callimachus who stands there? By his sober and pious look one would think he is no longer dying of love for his Drusiana!
JOHN. All that is changed. Now he loves and serves Christ.
FORTUNATUS. No!
JOHN. It is true.
FORTUNATUS. If it is as you say, if Drusiana has restored me to life and Callimachus believes in Christ, I reject life and choose death. I would rather not exist than see them swelling with grace and virtue!
JOHN. Oh, incredible envy of the devil! Oh, malice of the old serpent, who since he made our first parents taste death has never ceased to writhe at the glory of the righteous! Oh, Fortunatus, brimful of Satan's bitter gall, how much do you resemble the rotten tree that, bearing only bad fruit, must be cut down and cast into the fire! To the fire you must go, where, deprived of the society of those who fear God, you will be tormented without respite for ever.
ANDRONICUS. Look! Oh, look! His wounds
