NOTE: 
28 and priests transcr.; of men 1824.

MOSCON: 
From first to last,
Clarin, you are a temporizing flatterer; 30
You praise not what you feel but what he does;—­
Toadeater!

CLARIN: 
You lie—­under a mistake—­
For this is the most civil sort of lie
That can be given to a man’s face.  I now
Say what I think.

CYPRIAN: 
Enough, you foolish fellows! 35
Puffed up with your own doting ignorance,
You always take the two sides of one question. 
Now go; and as I said, return for me
When night falls, veiling in its shadows wide
This glorious fabric of the universe. 40

NOTE: 
36 doting ignorance transcr.; ignorance and pride 1824.

MOSCON: 
How happens it, although you can maintain
The folly of enjoying festivals,
That yet you go there?

CLARIN: 
Nay, the consequence
Is clear:—­who ever did what he advises
Others to do?—­

MOSCON: 
Would that my feet were wings, 45
So would I fly to Livia.

[EXIT.]

CLARIN: 
To speak truth,
Livia is she who has surprised my heart;
But he is more than half-way there.—­Soho! 
Livia, I come; good sport, Livia, soho!

[EXIT.]

CYPRIAN: 
Now, since I am alone, let me examine 50
The question which has long disturbed my mind
With doubt, since first I read in Plinius
The words of mystic import and deep sense
In which he defines God.  My intellect
Can find no God with whom these marks and signs 55
Fitly agree.  It is a hidden truth
Which I must fathom.

[CYPRIAN READS; THE DAEMON, DRESSED IN A COURT DRESS, ENTERS.]

NOTE: 
57 Stage Direction:  So transcr.  Reads.  Enter the Devil as a fine
    gentleman 1824.

DAEMON: 
Search even as thou wilt,
But thou shalt never find what I can hide.

CYPRIAN: 
What noise is that among the boughs?  Who moves? 
What art thou?—­

DAEMON: 
’Tis a foreign gentleman. 60
Even from this morning I have lost my way
In this wild place; and my poor horse at last,
Quite overcome, has stretched himself upon
The enamelled tapestry of this mossy mountain,
And feeds and rests at the same time.  I was 65
Upon my way to Antioch upon business
Of some importance, but wrapped up in cares
(Who is exempt from this inheritance?)
I parted from my company, and lost
My way, and lost my servants and my comrades. 70

CYPRIAN: 
’Tis singular that even within the sight
Of the high towers of Antioch you could lose
Your way.  Of all the avenues and green paths
Of this wild wood there is not one but leads,
As to its centre, to the walls of Antioch; 75
Take which you will, you cannot miss your road.