DEMON. Do you then receive me
Wholly as yours?
CYPRIAN [embracing him]. This act doth prove it true,
That seals an eternal bond betwixt us two.--
[Aside.
Oh! if I could win o'er
This man to instruct me in his magic lore!
Since by that art my love might gain
Some solace for its pain;
Or yielding to its mighty laws
My love at length might win my love's sweet cause --
The cause of all my torment, madness, rage.
DEMON [aside]. The working of his mind and love I gauge.
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SCENE VIII.
CLARIN and MOSCON enter running from opposite sides. CYPRIAN and The Demon.
CLARIN. Oh! are you sir, alive?
MOSCON. My friend, do you
Speak civilly for once as something new?
That he's alive requires no demonstration.
CLARIN. I struck this lofty note of admiration,
Thou noble lackey, to express my wonder,
How from this storm of lightning, rain, and thunder,
Without a miracle he could survive.
MOSCON. Will you stop wondering, now you see him alive?
CYPRIAN. These are my servants, sir.--
What brings you here?
MOSCON. Your spleen once more to stir.
DEMON. They have a pleasant humour.
CYPRIAN. Foolish pair,
Their weary wit is oft too hard to bear.
MOSCON. This man, sir, waiting here,
Who is he?
CYPRIAN.
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