The more we study, we the more discover

  Our ignorance.

  Daemon. It is so true, that I

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  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,

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  Let us refer it to dispute respecting

  That which you know the best, and although I

  Know not the opinion you maintain, and though

  It be the true one, I will take the contrary.

  Cyprian. The offer gives me pleasure. I am now

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  Debating with myself upon a passage

  Of Plinius, and my mind is racked with doubt

  To understand and know who is the God

  Of whom he speaks.

  Daemon. It is a passage, if

  I recollect it right, couched in these words:

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  ‘God is one supreme goodness, one pure essence,

  One substance, and one sense, all sight, all hands.’

  Cyprian. ’Tis true.

  Daemon. What difficulty find you here?

  Cyprian. I do not recognize among the Gods

  The God defined by Plinius; if he must

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  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

  Can supreme goodness be consistent with

  The passions of humanity?

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  Daemon. The wisdom

  Of the old world masked with the names of Gods

  The attributes of Nature and of Man;

  A sort of popular philosophy.

  Cyprian. This reply will not satisfy me, for

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  Such awe is due to the high name of God

  That ill should never be imputed. Then,

  Examining the question with more care,

  It follows, that the Gods would always will

  That which is best, were they supremely good.

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  How then does one will one thing, one another?

  And that you may not say that I allege

  Poetical or philosophic learning:—

  Consider the ambiguous responses

  Of their oracular statues; from two shrines

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  Two armies shall obtain the assurance of

  One victory. Is it not indisputable

  That two contending wills can never lead

  To the same end? And, being opposite,

  If one be good, is not the other evil?

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  Evil in God is inconceivable;

  But supreme goodness fails among the Gods

  Without their union.

  Daemon. I deny your major.

  These responses are means towards some end

  Unfathomed by our intellectual beam.

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  They are the work of Providence, and more

  The battle’s loss may profit those who lose,

  Than victory advantage those who win.

  Cyprian. That I admit; and yet that God should not

  (Falsehood is incompatible with deity)

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  Assure the victory; it would be enough

  To have permitted the defeat. If God

  Be all sight,—God, who had beheld the truth,

  Would not have given assurance of an end

  Never to be accomplished: thus, although

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  The Deity may according to his attributes

  Be well distinguished into persons, yet

  Even in the minutest circumstance

  His essence must be one.

  Daemon. To attain the end

  The affections of the actors in the scene

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  Must have been thus influenced by his voice.

  Cyprian. But for a purpose thus subordinate

  He might have employed Genii, good or evil,—

  A sort of spirits called so by the learned,

  Who roam about inspiring good or evil,

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  And from whose influence and existence we

  May well infer our immortality.

  Thus God might easily, without descent

  To a gross falsehood in his proper person,

  Have moved the affections by this mediation

  To the just point.

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  Daemon. 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

  Is stamped with one conception.

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  Cyprian. Who made man

  Must have, methinks, the advantage of the others.

  If they are equal, might they not have risen

  In opposition to the work, and being

  All hands, according to our author here,

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  Have still destroyed even as the other made?

  If equal in their power, unequal only

  In opportunity, which of the two

  Will remain conqueror?

  Daemon. On impossible

  And false hypothesis there can be built

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  No argument. Say, what do you infer

  From this?

  Cyprian. 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,

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  The cause of all things and the effect of nothing,

  One power, one will, one substance, and one essence.

  And, in whatever persons, one or two,

  His attributes may be distinguished, one

  Sovereign power, one solitary essence,

  One cause of all cause.

  [They rise.

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  Daemon. How can I impugn

  So clear a consequence?

  Cyprian. Do you regret

  My victory?

  Daemon. Who but regrets a check

  In rivalry of wit? I could reply

  And urge new difficulties, but will now

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  Depart, for I hear steps of men approaching,

  And it is time that I should now pursue

  My journey to the city.

  Cyprian. Go in peace!

  Daemon. Remain in peace!—Since thus it profits him

  To study, I will wrap his senses up

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  In sweet oblivion of all thought but of

  A piece of excellent beauty; and, as I

  Have power given me to wage enmity

  Against Justina’s soul, I will extract

  From one effect two vengeances.

  [Aside and exit.

  Cyprian. I never

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  Met a more learnèd person. Let me now

  Revolve this doubt again with careful mind.

  [He reads.

  FLORO and LELIO enter.

  Lelio. Here stop. These toppling rocks and tangled boughs,

  Impenetrable by the noonday beam,

  Shall be sole witnesses of what we—–

  Floro. Draw!

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  If there were words, here is the place for deeds.

  Lelio. Thou needest not instruct me; well I know

  That in the field, the silent tongue of steel

  Speaks thus,—

  [They fight.

  Cyprian. Ha! what is this? Lelio,—Floro,

  Be it enough that Cyprian stands between you,

  Although unarmed.

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&
nbsp; Lelio. Whence comest thou, to stand

  Between me and my vengeance?

  Floro. From what rocks

  And desert cells?

  Enter MOSCON and CLARIN.

  Moscon. Run! run! for where we left

  My master, I now hear the clash of swords.

  Clarin. I never run to approach things of this sort,

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  But only to avoid them. Sir! Cyprian! sir!

  Cyprian. Be silent, fellows! What! two friends who are

  In blood and fame the eyes and hope of Antioch,

  One of the noble race of the Colalti,

  The other son o’ the Governor, adventure

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  And cast away, on some slight cause no doubt,

  Two lives, the honour of their country?

  Lelio. Cyprian!

  Although my high respect towards your person

  Holds now my sword suspended, thou canst not

  Restore it to the slumber of the scabbard:

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  Thou knowest more of science than the duel;

  For when two men of honour take the field,

  No counsel nor respect can make them friends

  But one must die in the dispute.

  Floro. I pray

  That you depart hence with your people, and

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  Leave us to finish what we have begun

  Without advantage.—

  Cyprian. Though you may imagine

  That I know little of the laws of duel,

  Which vanity and valour instituted,

  You are in error. By my birth I am

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  Held no less than yourselves to know the limits

  Of honour and of infamy, nor has study

  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,

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  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

  To leave you.

  Lelio. Under this condition then

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  I will relate the cause, and you will cede

  And must confess the impossibility

  Of compromise; for the same lady is

  Beloved by Floro and myself.

  Floro. It seems

  Much to me that the light of day should look

  Upon that idol of my heart—but he

  Leave us to fight, according to thy word.

  Cyprian. Permit one question further: is the lady

  Impossible to hope or not?

  Lelio. She is

  So excellent, that if the light of day

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  Should excite Floro’s jealousy, it were

  Without just cause, for even the light of day

  Trembles to gaze on her.

  Cyprian. Would you for your

  Part, marry her?

  Floro. Such is my confidence.

  Cyprian. And you?

  Lelio. Oh! would that I could lift my hope

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  So high, for though she is extremely poor,

  Her virtue is her dowry.

  Cyprian. 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

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  If one should slay the other, and if she

  Should afterwards espouse the murderer?

  [The rivals agree to refer their quarrel to CYPRIAN; who in consequence visits JUSTINA, and becomes enamoured of her; she disdains him, and he retires to a solitary sea-shore.

  SCENE II

  Cyprian.

  O memory! permit it not

  That the tyrant of my thought

  Be another soul that still

  Holds dominion o’er the will,

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  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

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  Of her presence bound to terror!

  So beautiful she was—and I,

  Between my love and jealousy,

  Am so convulsed with hope and fear,

  Unworthy as it may appear;—

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  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,

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  So this woman may be mine.

  Hear’st thou, Hell! dost thou reject it?

  My soul is offered!

  Daemon (unseen). I accept it.

  [Tempest, with thunder and lightning.

  Cyprian.

  What is this? ye heavens for ever pure,

  At once intensely radiant and obscure!

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  Athwart the aethereal halls

  The lightning’s arrow and the thunder-balls

  The day affright,

  As from the horizon round,

  Burst with earthquake sound,

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  In mighty torrents the electric fountains;—

  Clouds quench the sun, and thunder-smoke

  Strangles the air, and fire eclipses Heaven.

  Philosophy, thou canst not even

  Compel their causes underneath thy yoke:

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  From yonder clouds even to the waves below

  The fragments of a single ruin choke

  Imagination’s flight;

  For, on flakes of surge, like feathers light,

  The ashes of the desolation, cast

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  Upon the gloomy blast,

  Tell of the footsteps of the storm;

  And nearer, see, the melancholy form

  Of a great ship, the outcast of the sea,

  Drives miserably!

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  And it must fly the pity of the port,

  Or perish, and its last and sole resort

  Is its own raging enemy.

  The terror of the thrilling cry

  Was a fatal prophecy

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  Of coming death, who hovers now

  Upon that shattered prow,

  That they who die not may be dying still.

  And not alone the insane elements

  Are populous with wild portents,

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  But that sad ship is as a miracle

  Of sudden ruin, for it drives so fast

  It seems as if it had arrayed its form

  With the headlong storm.

  It strikes—I almost feel the shock,—

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  It stumbles on a jaggèd rock,—

  Sparkles of blood on the white foam are cast.

  [A tempest

  All exclaim (within). We are all lost!

  Daemon (within). Now from this plank will I

  Pass to the land and thus fulfil my scheme.

  Cyprian.

  As in contempt of the elemental rage

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  A man comes forth in safety, while the ship’s

  Great form is in a watery eclipse

  Obliterated from the Ocean’s page,

  And round its wreck the huge sea-monsters sit,

  A horrid conclave, and the whistling wave

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  Is heaped over its carcase, like a grave.

  The DAEMON enters, as escaped from the sea.

  Daemon (aside). It was essential to my purposes

  To wake a tumult on the sapphire ocean,

  That in this unknown form I might at length

  Wipe out the blot of the discomfiture

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  Sustained up
on the mountain, and assail

  With a new war the soul of Cyprian,

  Forging the instruments of his destruction

  Even from his love and from his wisdom.—O

  belovèd earth, dear mother, in thy bosom

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  I seek a refuge from the monster who

  Precipitates itself upon me.

  Cyprian. Friend,

  Collect thyself; and be the memory

  Of thy late suffering, and thy greatest sorrow

  But as a shadow of the past,—for nothing

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  Beneath the circle of the moon, but flows

  And changes, and can never know repose.

  Daemon. And who art thou, before whose feet my fate

  has prostrated me?

  Cyprian. One who, moved with pity,

  Would soothe its stings.

  Daemon. Oh, that can never be!

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  No solace can my lasting sorrows find.

  Cyprian. Wherefore?

  Daemon. Because my happiness is lost.

  Yet I lament what has long ceased to be

  The object of desire or memory,

  And my life is not life.

  Cyprian. Now, since the fury

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  Of this earthquaking hurricane is still,

  And the crystalline Heaven has reassumed

  Its windless calm so quickly, that it seems

  As if its heavy wrath had been awakened

  Only to overwhelm that vessel,—speak,

  Who art thou, and whence comest thou?

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  Daemon. Far more

  My coming hither cost, than thou hast seen

  Or I can tell. Among my misadventures

  This shipwreck is the least. Wilt thou hear?

  Cyprian. Speak.

  Daemon. Since thou desirest, I will then unveil

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  Myself to thee;—for in myself I am

  A world of happiness and misery;

  This I have lost, and that I must lament

  Forever. In my attributes I stood

  So high and so heroically great,

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  In lineage so supreme, and with a genius

  Which penetrated with a glance the world