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VI

Scene⁠—Anywhere.

Festus and Lucifer meeting.

Festus

God hath refused me: wilt thou do it for me?

Or shall I end with both? remake myself?

Lucifer

Now that is the one thing which I cannot do.

Am I not open with thee? why choose that?

Festus

Because I will it. Thou art bound to obey.

Lucifer

The world bears marks of my obedience.

Festus

Off! I am torn to pieces. Let me try

And gather up myself into a man,

As once I was. I have done with thee! Dost hear?

Lucifer

Thou canst not mean this.

Festus

Once for all⁠—I do.

Lucifer

It is men who are deceivers⁠—not the Devil.

The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat

Oneself. All sin is easy after that.

Festus

I feel that we must part: part now or never;

And I had rather of the two it were now.

Lucifer

This is my last walk through my favourite world:

And I had hoped to have enjoyed it with thee.

For thee I quitted Hell; for thee I warped

And shrivelled up my soul into a man:

For thee I shed my shining wings; for thee

Put on this mask of flesh, this mockery

Of motion, and this seeming shape like thine.

And by my woe, I swear that were I now,

For thy false heart, to give my spirit spring,

I would scatter soul and body both to Hell,

And let one burn the other.

Festus

If thou darest!

Lift but the finger of a thought of ill

Against me, and⁠—thou durst not. Mark, we part.

Lucifer

Well; as thou wilt. Remember that thy heart

Will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears;

And both leave loathsome furrows.

Festus

Thinkest thou

That I will have no pleasures without thee,

Who marrest all thou makest and even more?

Lucifer

Thou canst not; save indeed some poor trite thing

Called moderation, every one can have;

And modesty, God knows, is suffering.

Festus

Now will I prove thee liar for that word,

And that the very vastest out of Hell.

With perfect condemnation I abjure

My soul; my nature doth abhor itself;

I have a soul to spare! Goes.

Lucifer

A hundred, I.

I have him yet: for he is mine to tempt.

Gold hath the hue of hell flames: but for him

I will lay some brilliant and delicious lure

Which shall be worth perdition to a seraph.

Most men glide quietly and deeply down:

Some seek the bottom like a cataract.

Now he shall find it, seek it how he will.

None ever went without once taking breath.

It is passion plunges men into mine arms;

But it matters not; Hell burns before them all.

It is by Hell-light they do their chiefest deeds;

And by Hell-light they shine unto each other;

And Hell through life’s thick fog ares red and round;

And but for Hell they would grope in utter dark.