DEMON. Thou art mine, my slave: no master
Canst thou have but me.
CYPRIAN. I trust not.
DEMON. How, when still in my possession
Is that bond of thine, that bloody
Scroll inscribed by thine own hand?
CYPRIAN. He who is supreme and sovereign,
And depends not on another,
Will yet bear me through triumphant.
DEMON. In what way?
CYPRIAN. He is all sight,
And will see the fitting juncture.
DEMON. It I hold.
CYPRIAN. He is all hands,
And will burst my bonds asunder.
DEMON. Ere that comes I'll see thee dead:
Thus my clasping arms shall crush thee.
[They struggle together.
CYPRIAN. Thou great God, the Christians' God,
Oh, assist me in this struggle!
DEMON [flinging CYPRIAN from his arms]. It is He who has saved thy life.
CYPRIAN. More He'll do since I seek Him humbly.
[Exeunt.
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SCENE XVII.
HALL IN THE PALACE OF THE GOVERNOR.
The Governor, FABIUS, and Soldiers.
GOVERNOR. How then was the capture made?
FABIUS. In their church, as we suspected,
We discovered them collected,
Where before their God they prayed.
With an armed guard I traced them
To this secret sacred hall,
Made them prisoners one and all,
And in different prisons placed them.
But, your patience not to tire,
The chief point I may declare,--
Captured is Justina fair,
And Lysander her old sire.
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