But if she remained here hidden
Say what loss would have resulted?
DEMON. Loss of honour, if the secret
Leaked out to the gossiping vulgar.
CYPRIAN. Then that God must be all sight,
Since he could foresee these trouble.
But, why could not thy enchantment
Be as potent and consummate?
DEMON. Ah! His power is ampler, fuller.
CYPRIAN. Then that God must be all hands,
Since whate'er He wills He worketh.
Tell me then who is that God,
Whom to-day I have discovered
The supreme of good to be,
The Creator, the Annuller,
The Omniscient, the All-seeing,
Whom I've sought for years unnumbered?
DEMON. Him I know not.
CYPRIAN. Speak, who is He?
DEMON. As I speak it, how I shudder!
He -- He is the God of the Christians.
CYPRIAN. Say what moved Him to obstruct me
In my wish?
DEMON. Her Christian faith.
CYPRIAN. Does He guard so those who love Him?
DEMON. Yes; but now too late, too late,
Dost thou hope to gain His succour,
Since, in being my slave, thou canst not
Claim the privilege of His subject.
CYPRIAN. I thy slave?
DEMON. In my possession
Is thy signature.
CYPRIAN. I'll struggle
To regain it from thee, since
'Twas conditional at the utmost.
I don't doubt I will get it.
DEMON. How?
CYPRIAN. In this way.
[He draws his sword, strikes at The Demon, but cannot touch him.
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