re.
DEMON. But since I have power to give her,
I can take her too, remember.
CYPRIAN. Now impossible dream of mine,
Now thy arms will be the centre
Of my love, thy lips the sun,
Burning, brimming as with nectar.
DEMON. Stay; for till the word you gave me
Is affirmed, and well attested,
You can touch her not.
[CYPRIAN rushes towards the rock, which closes.
CYPRIAN. Oh, stay
Cloud that hides the most resplendent
Sun, that on my bliss e'er dawned!--
But 'tis air my void arm presses.--
I believe your art, acknowledge
Now I am your slave for ever.
What do you wish I do for thee?
What do you ask?
DEMON. To be protected
By your signature here written
In your blood, at the foot of a letter.
CLARIN [peeping]. Oh! I'd give my soul that I
To stay here had not been tempted.
CYPRIAN. For my pen I use this dagger,
Paper let this white cloth serve for,
And the ink wherewith I write it,
Be the blood my arm presents me.
[He writes with the point of a dagger upon a piece of linen, having
drawn blood from one of his arms.
CYPRIAN [Aside]. Oh! I freeze with fear, with horror!
I, great Cyprian, say expressly
I will give my immortal soul,
(Oh! what lethargy, what frenzy!)
Unto him whose art will teach me
(What confusion! what strange terror!)
How I may of fair Justina,
Haughty mistress mine, possess me.
I have signed it with my name.
DEMON [aside]. Now to my deceits is rendered
Valid homage, when such reason,
When discourse like his must tremble
Even when my help is sought for.--
Have you written?
CYPRIAN. And signed the letter.
DEMON. Then the sun you adore is thine.
CYPRIAN. Thine too, for the years eternal,
Is the soul I offer thee.
DEMON. Soul for soul I pay my debtors,
Then for thine I give to thee
Thy Justina's
CYPRIAN. In what term then,
Think you you can teach to me
All your magic art?
DEMON. A twelvemonth;
But on this condition....
CYPRIAN. Speak.
DEMON. That within a cavern buried,
Without any other study,
We may live there both together,
In our service having no one
For us two but this attendant,
[Drags out CLARIN.
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