Chapter 49

The Demon, CYPRIAN, and CLARIN.

DEMON [aside]. Just heavens, If my nature, in conjunction, Once possessed both grace and science, When 'mongst angels I was numbered, Grace alone is what I've lost, Science no. Then why unjustly, If 'tis so, deprive my science Of its proper power and function?

CYPRIAN. Lucifer, wise master mine.

CLARIN. Pray don't call him: for he'll come here In another corse, I warrant.

DEMON. Speak, what would you?

CYPRIAN. The annulling, The redemption of those pledges, At whose very thought I shudder.

CLARIN. As I don't redeem my pledges, I'll slip off here through the bushes. [Exit.

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