English poem
[They Rise.]
DAEMON: How can I impugn So clear a consequence?
NOTE: _200 all cause 1824; all things transcr.
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 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 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.