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Abbot. That which should shake me, —■ l ,otI Tear it not — '

I see a dusk and awful figure rise,

Like an infernal god, from out the carlh;llis face wrapt in a mantle, and his formRobed as with angry clouds; he stands betwee®Thystlf and me — but 1 do fear him not. \Man. Thou hast no cause — he shall not liar 1 "thee — but

His sight may shock thine old limbs into pals}'-I say to thee — Retire!

AjibOt. And I reply —

Never — till I have baltled with this fiend —What doth he here?

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Man. Why — ay — what doth he lieR-

L did not send for him, — he is unbidden.Abbot. Alas! lost mortal! what with gucsl s ;like these

Hast thou to do? I tremble for tliy sake;

Why doth lie gaze on thee, and thou on him? .Ah! he unveils his aspect; on his brow \

The thunder-scars are graven; from his eyeGlares forth the immortality of hell —

Avaunt! — j

Man. Pronounce — what is thy mission? jSr hut. Come! ^