What, would gold
Redeem the sin it prompted?
III:1:19 ALAR.
No, by Heaven!
No, Fate had dowered me with wealth might feed
All but a royal hunger.
III:1:20 PRIOR.
And alone
Thy fatal passion urged thee
III:1:21 ALAR.
Hah!
III:1:22 PRIOR.
Probe deep
Thy wounded soul.
III:1:23 ALAR.
'Tis torture: fathomless
I feel the fell incision.
III:1:24 PRIOR.
There is a lure
Thou dost not own, and yet its awful shade
Lowers in the back-ground of thy soul: thy tongue
Trifles the church's ear. Beware, my son,
And tamper not with Paradise.
III:1:25 ALAR.
A breath,
A shadow, essence subtler far than love:
And yet I loved her, and for love had dared
All that I ventured for this twin-born lure
Cradled with love, for which I soiled my soul.
O, father, it was Power.
III:1:26 PRIOR.
And this dominion
Purchased by thy soul's mortgage, still is't thine?
III:1:27 ALAR.
Yea, thousands bow to him, who bows to thee.
III:1:28 PRIOR.
Thine is a fearful deed.
III:1:29 ALAR.
O, is there mercy?
III:1:30 PRIOR.
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