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Arch Sist. I do; but turn thee back upon thy steps And tempt thy fate no farther.

Ethw. From the chaf'd shore turn back the swelling tide! I came to know my fate, and I will know it.

''1st. Mystic.'' Must we call up from the deep centre's womb The spirits of the night and their dread Lord?

''1st Myst. S.'' Must we do that which makes the entombed dead From coffins start?

Ethw. Raise the whole host of darkness an ye will, But I must be obey'd. Ethw. If there is power in mortal arm to hold you, Ye stir not hence until I am obey'd.

1st Mystic. And how compellest thou?

Ethw. With this good sword.

1st Mystic. Swords here are children's wands of no avail: There, warriour, is thy weapon.

Ethw. Where, Mystic? say.

''1st Mystic. (pointing to the furnace.)'' Behold within that fire A bar of burning iron! pluck it forth.

''Ethw. (resolutely.)'' I will.