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.