red out with her delicate
and snow-white hands a goblet of foaming wine. She just touched the rim
with her rosy lips, and then offered it to the hermit. He stood like one
amazed; and in his confusion emptied it, and another besides, and
greedily swallowed the luxurious morsels which the tempter, one after
another, held up to his mouth. She then led him out, and bursting into
tears, entreated his pardon for having been forced to outrage his holy
eyes. She then looked mournful and inconsolable, pressed his hand
warmly, and at last fell down on her knees before him. At this instant
the silvery moon beamed upon her bosom, over which the gentle night-wind
moved her dark, dishevelled locks. The hermit sank upon this dazzling
bosom, without knowing whether he was dead or alive. At length the
pilgrim said, "That she would yield herself entirely to his wishes, if he
would revenge her first on those daring reprobates, and take possession
of their treasure, which would enable him and her to live happily to the
end of their days."

The hermit, at these words, recovered in some degree from his
intoxication, and asked her, in a trembling voice, what she meant, and
what she would have him do.

Amongst broken exclamations of rapture she murmured, "Their daggers lie
on the table: do you murder the one; I will manage the other. Then dress
yourself in their clothes, and seize their treasure. We will then set
the hermitage on fire, and fly to France together."

The horrible idea of murder made the hermit shudder. He hesitated, was
undecided, looked on the charms of the siren; he saw that he could make
himself master of her and of the treasure without danger; and, all his
virtue yielding, he forgot heaven and his oft-repeated vows. The pilgrim
dragged the reeling miscreant into the hut; each seized a dagger; and
just as he was about to aim a blow at Faustus, the Devil burst into the
fiendish scorn-laugh; and Faustus saw the hermit, with a lifted dagger,
standing by his side.

_Faustus_. Cursed monster, who, under the mask of religion, wouldst
murder thy guest!

The hermit sunk trembling to the earth. The pilgrim, a phantom of hell,
appeared to him in a frightful form, and then vanished.

Faustus commanded Leviathan to set fire to the hut, and burn it to ashes,
along with the hypocrite. The Devil obeyed with joy. The following
morning the peasants shed many tears for the fate of the righteous man;
and, having collected