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As to its centre, to the walls of Antioch;
Take which you will you cannot miss your road. Demon. And such is ignorance! Even in the sight Of knowledge it can draw no profit from it.
But as it still is early, and as I
Have no acquaintances in Antioch,
Until the night shall conquer it.
Both by your dress and by the books in which
Are a great student;-for my part, I feel
No, and yet I know enough
What science may you know?
Much pains must we expend on one alone,
And with truth.
I were of that bright country! for in this
Had so much arrogance as to oppose
The chair of the most high Professorship,
And obtained many votes, and though I lost,
The attempt was still more glorious, than the failure Could be dishonourable: if you believe not,
Let us refer it to dispute respecting
That which you know best, and although I
Know not the opinion you maintain, and though
Of Plinius, and my mind is racked with doubt
It is a passage, if
I recollect it right, couched in these words:
"God is one supreme goodness, one pure essence, One substance, and one sense, all sight, all hands." Cyp. 'Tis true.
What difficulty find you here? Cyp. I do not recognise among the Gods The God defined by Plinius; if he must Be supreme goodness, even Jupiter Is not supremely good; because we see His deeds are evil, and his attributes
Tainted with mortal weakness; in what manner
The passions of humanity?
Of the old world masked with the names of Gods, The attributes of Nature and of Man;
A sort of popular philosophy.
Cyp. This reply will not satisfy me, for
It follows, that the gods should always will
Consider the ambiguous responses
Of their oracular statues; from two shrines
One victory. Is it not indisputable
That two contending wills can never lead
If one be good is not the other evil?
But supreme goodness fails among the gods
I deny your major.
They are the work of providence, and more
Than victory advantage those who win.
Cyp. That I admit, and yet that God should not
Cyp. But for a purpose thus subordinate
Thus God might easily, without descending
These trifling contradictions Do not suffice to impugn the unity
Of the high gods; in things of great importance
They still appear unanimous; consider
That glorious fabric-man,-his workmanship,
Who made man
Must have, methinks, the advantage of the others.
In opposition to the work, and being
All hands, according to our author here,
In opportunity, which of the two
Will remain conqueror?
And false hypothesis there can be built
Say, what do you infer
Cyp. That there must be a mighty God
Of supreme goodness and of highest grace,
All sight, all hands, all truth, infallible,
Without an equal and without a rival;
The cause of all things and the effect of nothing,
One power, one will, one substance, and one essence.
His attributes may be distinguished, one
So clear a consequence?
How can I impugn
In rivalry of wit? I could reply
And urge new difficulties, but will now
Depart, for I hear steps of men approaching,
My journey to the city.
Go in peace!
Demon. Remain in peace! Since thus it profits him
In sweet oblivion of all thought, but of
Enter LELIO and FLORO.
Lel. Here stop. These toppling rocks and tangled boughs, Impenetrable by the noonday beam,
Shall be sole witnesses of what we
If there were words, here is the place for deeds.
Lel. Thou needest not instruct me; well I know
Ha! what is this? Lelio, Floro,
Be it enough that Cyprian stands between you,
Whence comest thou, to stand
From what rocks
Between me and my vengeance?
And desert cells?
Enter MOSCON and CLARIN.
Mos. Run, run! for where we left my master We hear the clash of swords.
Run to approach things of this sort, but only
To avoid them. Sir! Cyprian! sir!
Cyp. Be silent, fellows! What! two friends who are In blood and fame the eyes and hope of Antioch;
One of the noble men of the Colatti,
The other son of the Governor, adventure
And cast away, on some slight cause no doubt,
Although my high respect towards your person
Though you may imagine
That I know little of the laws of duel,
Held no less than yourselves to know the limits
Quenched the free spirit which first ordered them;
And thus to me, as one well experienced
In the false quicksands of the sea of honour,
You may refer the merits of the case;
And if I should perceive in your relation
That either has the right to satisfaction
From the other, I give you my word of honour
Leave us to fight, according to thy word.
Cyp. Permit one question further: is the lady Impossible to hope or not?
So excellent, that if the light of day
Without just cause, for even the light of day
Would you for your
O, would that I could lift my hope
Such is my confidence,
So high? for though she is extremely poor,
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
Should afterwards espouse the murderer?
[The rivals agree to refer their quarrel to CYPRIAN; who in consequence visits JUSTINA, and becomes enamoured of ker: she disdains him, and he retires to a solitary seashore,
Oh, memory! permit it not
Holds dominion o'er the will,
That would refuse, but can no more,
To bend, to tremble, and adore.
Vain idolatry !-I saw,
And gazing, became blind with error;
Weak ambition, which the awe
Of her presence bound to terror!
So beautiful she was—and I,
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 !
I accept it.
[Tempest, with thunder and lightning. CYPRIAN.
What is this? ye heavens for ever pure,
The lightning's arrow and the thunder-balls
As from the horizon round,
Burst with earthquake sound,