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Thou knowest more of science than the duel;
That you depart hence with your people, and
Though you may imagine
That I know little of the laws of duel,
You are in error. By my birth I am
Held no less than yourselves to know the limits
From the other, I give you my word of honour
Under this condition then
Much to me that the light of day should look
Upon that idol of my heart-but he !—
Leave us to fight, according to thy word.
Cyprian. Permit one question further: is the lady Impossible to hope or not?
So excellent that, if the light of day
Should excite Floro's jealousy, it were
Without just cause, for even the light of day
Trembles to gaze on her.
Part marry her?
Would you for your
Such is my confidence.
Cyprian. And you?
Oh would that I could lift my hope
So high! for, though she is extremely poor,
Her virtue is her dowry.
And, if you both
Would marry her, is it not weak and vain,
Culpable and unworthy, thus beforehand
To slur her honour? What would the world say
If one should slay the other, and if she
Should afterwards espouse the murderer?
[The Rivals agree to refer their quarrel to CYPRIAN; who, in consequence, visits JUSTINA, and becomes enamoured of her: she disdains him, and he retires to a solitary sea-shore.
O memory! permit it not
Holds dominion o'er the will;
That would refuse, but can no more,
To bend, and tremble, to adore.
Vain idolatry!-I saw,
And gazing became blind with error.
Weak ambition, which the awe
Of her presence bound to terror!
Between my love and jealousy,
Am so convulsed with hope and fear,
So bitter is the life I live,
That, hear me, Hell! I now would give
To thy most detested spirit
My soul, for ever to inherit,
To suffer punishment and pine,
So this woman may be mine.
Hear'st thou, Hell! dost thou reject it?
My soul is offered!
Demon (unseen.) I accept it.
[Tempest with thunder and lightning.
What is this! ye heavens for ever pure,
At once intensely radiant and obscure!
Athwart the etherial halls
The lightning's arrow and the thunder-balls
As from the horizon round
Burst with earthquake sound
In mighty torrents the electric fountains:Clouds quench the sun, and thunder-smoke Strangles the air, and fire eclipses heaven. Philosophy, thou canst not even
Compel their causes underneath thy yoke! From yonder clouds even to the waves below The fragments of a single ruin choke
For on flakes of surge, like feathers light, The ashes of the desolation cast
Upon the gloomy blast
Tell of the footsteps of the storm;
And it must fly the pity of the port,
The terror of the thrilling cry
Of coming Death, who hovers now
Upon that shattered prow,
That they who die not may be dying still.
Are populous with wild portents,
But that sad ship is as a miracle
It strikes-I almost feel the shock!-
A tempest-All exclaim within,
We are all lost!
Demon (within.) Now from this plank will I Pass to the land, and thus fulfil my scheme.
As in contempt of the elemental rage,
A man comes forth in safety; while the ship's
Obliterated from the ocean's page.
And round its wreck the huge sea-monsters sit,
The DEMON enters, as escaped from the sea.
Even from his love and from his wisdom.-[Aloud]—O
I seek a refuge from the monster who
Precipitates himself upon me!
Collect thyself; and be the memory
Of thy late suffering and thy greatest sorrow
And changes, and can never know repose.
Demon. And who art thou before whose feet my fate Has prostrated me?
One who, moved with pity,
Oh! that can never be!
Would soothe its stings.
No solace can my lasting sorrows find!
Because my happiness is lost.
Yet I lament what has long ceased to be
The object of desire or memory,
And my life is not life.
Now, since the fury
Of this earthquaking hurricane is still,
As if its heavy wrath had been awakened
My coming hither cost than thou hast seen,
Demon. Since thou desirest, I will then unveil Myself to thee; for in myself I am
A world of happiness and misery;
This I have lost, and that I must lament
In lineage so supreme, and with a genius
And there was hope, and there may still be hope;
Hailed me their lord and king, and many still