 Act 3 of The Wonder Working Magician by Pedro Calderón de la Barca Translated by Dennis Florence McCarthy This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Act 3 Scene 1. A Wood at the Extremity, a Grotto. Cyprian Ungrateful beauty mine, at length the day, the happy day doth shine, my hope's remotest range, the limits of my love and of thy change, since I today will gain at last my triumph over thy disdain. This lofty mountain nigh, raised to the starlit palace of the sky, and this dark Kevin's gloom of two that live so long the dismal tomb, are the rough school wherein, from magic art its mystic law I win, and such perfection reach that I can now my mighty master teach, seeing that on this day, since I came here, the sun completes its course from sphere to sphere, I from my prison cell come forth to view what in the light I now have power to do. Ye skies of cloudless day, list the magic spell words and obey, swift zeffers that rejoice in heaven's warm light, stand still and hear my voice. Stupendous mountain rock, shake at my words, as at an earthquake shock, ye trees in rough bark dressed be frightened at the groanings of my breast, ye flowers so fair and frail, faint at the echoing terrors of my wail, ye sweet melodious birds, hush all your songs before my awful words, ye cruel beasts of prey, see the first fruits of my long toil today, for blinded, dazzled, dazed, confused, disturbed, astonished and amazed, ye skies and zeffers, rocks and trees and flowers, and birds and beasts, behold my magic powers, and thus to all make plain, Cyprian's infernal study is not vain. Scene 2 The Demon and Cyprian Cyprian Wise friend and master still. Why, how is this, that using your free will, more than my precept meant, say for what end, what object, what intent, through ignorance or boldness can it be? You thus come forth of the sun's bright face to see. Seeing that now my spell can fill with fear, with horror even hell, since I, with so much care, have studied magic and its depths laid bare, so that yourself can scarcely tell whether it is I or you that most excel, seeing that now there is no place or part that I, with study, diligence and art, have not attained, since Necromancer's secret I have gained, that art whose lines of gloom can opt to me the dark funereal tomb, and bring before mine eyes each corpse that in it lies, regaining them as twer by a new birth from the hard avarice of the grasping earth, the pale ghosts, one and all, rise and respond my call, and seeing that at length the sun, my goal of life had won, since from its innate force, swift speeding on its course, climbing the heavens each day, it turns as twer reluctantly away, and with a natural fear completes today the lifetime of a year. I wish to attain the scope, to last of all my dreams, of all my hope, today the rare, the beautiful, the divine Justina will be mine, here summoned by my charms, here lured by love shall come into my arms, for you from me no longer can require postponement of my hopes, my heart's desire. Nor do I wish to do it, no, since thus so earnestly you wish it so. Now, trace upon the ground, mute mystic symbols, and the deep profound of air, with powerful incantations move, obedient to your hope and to your love. For that I will retire, you soon shall see the heaven and earth admire. Exit. I give you leave to go, because our science being the same, I know that the abyss of hell, obedient to your spell, will yield through me, this way, the fair Justina to your arms, today. For though my mighty power cannot enslave free will even for an hour, it may present the outward show of rapture and content, suggesting thoughts impure, if force I cannot use at least I lure. Scene Three Clarion and the Demon Ungrateful fair, who still my heart doth hold, not burning Libya sure, but Libya cold, the time has come to show whether and love you have been true or no, whether, since I within this cave was placed, not chased by me you have yourself been chased. For I have studied here, at second hand some magic for a year, just to find out, who lack, I can't but wince, whether with Moscon you have wronged me since. The watery skies, some people call them pure, list to my conjurations I conjure, mountains. How, Clarion? Oh, my master wise, by the comatons of my hands and eyes, I've learned some magic, and will know by it if Libya, that ungrateful little shit, has played me false since I have been away, embracing that rogue Moscon on my day. Have done with these buffooneries. Leave me, go. Amid these intricate rocks whose paths you know, assist your master, who will let you see, if you would witness such a prodigy, the end of all his woe. I wish to be alone. And I not so. I now perceive why to use magic I have not sure leave. The fault was mine, neglecting to attest my bond, and sign it with the blood of my breast. He takes out a soiled pocket handkerchief. Upon this linen handkerchief, an uncleaner he can have, who cries for grief, I'll sign it now, the method I propose, is but to give myself a box on the nose, for there is little harm whether the blood is drawn from nose or arm. He writes with his finger on the handkerchief, after having drawn some blood. I, the great Claren, say, if I can level pertilevious cruel pride, whom I give to the devil. Leave me, I say again. Go seek your master, and with him remain. Yes, I will do so. Don't get angry, though. The reason you reject my bond, I know. Choose this, because you see. Do what I will, that you are sure of me. Scene 4 The Demon Abyss of hell, prepare thyself, the region of thine own despair. For out each dungeon's dark recess let loose the spirits of voluptuousness. To reign and overthrow, justine as virgin fabric, pure as snow. A thousand filthy phantoms with thee brought, so people, her, chased, thought. Let all her maiden fancies may be filled with their deceits. Let sweetest notes be trilled from every tuneful grove, and all, birds, plants, and flowers, provoke to love. Let nothing meet her eyes, but spoils of love's delicious victories. Let nothing meet her ears, but languid sighs that listening passion hears, that thus, unguarded by the faith, and weak, she here may Cyprian seek, invoked by his strong spell, and by my blinding spirit, lord as well. Begin, in silence I will hear remain, unseen, that you may now begin the strain. Exit. Scene five. Justina. Music within. They sing within. What is the glory far above? All else that life can give. Love! Love! No creature lives on which love's flame has not impressed its burning seal. The man feels more who love doth feel than when life's breath first warmed his frame. Love owns one universal claim. To love it only needs to be. Whether a bird, a flower, a tree, than the chief glory far above all else in life must be. Chorus within. Love! Love! Justina, alarmed and restless. Fancy, flutter that thou art, though thou shouldst be sad today. When did I to thee impart in the strange and sudden way licensed to afflict my heart? What thus makes my pulses move? What strange fire is this I prove with each moment doth increase? Ah, this pain that ends my peace, this sweet unrest, ah, what? Love! Love! Justina, more composed. Tis that enamoured nightingale, who thus gives me the reply to his partner in the veil listening on a bow hard by warbling thus his tuneful wail. See, sweet nightingale, nor show by thy softly witching strain drilling forth thy bliss and woe, how a man might feel love's pain when a bird can feel his so. No, it was that once in vine that in fond pursuit has sought the tall tree it doth entwine, till the green weight it hath brought makes the noble trunk decline, green entwining boughs that hold which you love in your embrace make my fancy not too bold. Ah, if boughs thus interlace, how would clasping arms enfold? And if not the vine, it will be that bright sunflower which we see turning with its tearful eyes to its sun-god in the skies, whatsoever his movements be. Flower thy watch no longer keep, drooping leaflets fold in sleep for the fond thought reappears. Ah, if leaves can shed such tears, what are those that eyes can weep? Cease, then, lyreste of the grove, leafy vine unclasp thy arms, fickle flower no longer move and declare these poisoned charms that you use. What yields? Love! Love! Love? It cannot be! Its chain have I ever worn for man? No, the fond deceit is vain, all received alike disdain. Lelias, Floris, Cyprian? Lelias did I not despise, Floris did I not detest? Cyprian? The good and wise? She pauses at Cyprian's name and resumes for a time her unquiet manner. Spurn with such a haughty breath that he vanished from my eyes as if frightened by their ire. Where he went I do not know, but save this, the faintest fire, love, air, lit, and air, to glow in the depths of my desire. Yes, for since I said that he should submit without appeal never more my face to see, I know. And what I feel? She grows calmer. Pity it must surely be, that a man so widely known should through love of me be lost when he pays at such a cost for the preference he has shown. She becomes troubled again. Were it pity, though, it is true, the same pity I should give Lelius and to Floris too, who in separate dungeons live for daring me to woo. She grows calmer. But my thoughts, ye mutinous crew, if my pity is enough it should not be clogged by you. Still, your promptings press me so, that I feel in my despair where he is if I could know, I to seek him now would go. Scene 6 The Demon and Justina Come, and I will tell thee where. Who art thou who has procured entrance to this lone retreat, though the entrance is secured? Or my senses being obscured art thou but delusions cheat? No, not so. And having known how this passion pressed thee so, I have sought thee here alone, having promised thee to show where the Cyprian has flown. Then thou'd reach not thy intent for this passion, this strange pain which my thought doth so torment, though my fancy it may gain, it will never my consent. But in thought to enter in shows that half the deed is done, since accomplished is the sin. Stop not half way, eras one, what the wish desired to win. Even in this desponding hour, though to think may taint the flower, thy suggestion comes to not. In my power is not my thought, but my act is in my power. I can follow to the brink, free to pause or to pursue, move my foot or backward shrink, for it is one thing to do, and another thing to think. If a stronger power than thine, drawn from a profounder source, with thine own desires combined, how resist a double force, which with force thy steps incline? I will trust a safer spell. My free will suffices me. But my power will it excel. Then the will no more were free if a force could it compel. Come where every bliss thou'll meet. Attempts to draw her with him, but cannot move her. Ah! The bliss were bought too dear. It is peace, serene and sweet. Tis a slavery most severe. Life, tis joy. Tis death, deceit. Thy defense, what can it be if my power thus forces thee? Drags her with more force. In my God it doth consist. By persisting to resist. Releases her. Woman, thou hast conquered me. Thy defense to God is due, and my counsel is disdained. Yes. But raging I'll renew my attempt, and have thee feigned if I cannot have thee true. To a spirit I will give, shape like thine, though fugitive. It will counterfeit thy form, as with seeming life be warm, and in it disgraced thou'll live. Thus two triumphs at one time I am sure to win by this. Be thy virtue so sublime, thine sense through an ideal bliss, I will consummate a crime. Exit. Scene 7, Justina. Against the clouds that round me lower I appeal to Heaven's high power. Let the specter of my fame, as before the wind, the flame, as before the frost, the flower, vanish, die. But woe is me, who is here to heed my moan. Was there not a man with me? Yes, but no, I am alone. No, but yes, for I could see. Where so quickly could he fly? Was he born of my unrest? Oh, my danger's manifest. Father, friend, Lysander, I call. Scene 8 Lysander and Livia enter from opposite doors. Justina. My child. What means this cry? Saw you not a man? Ah, me, who but left me instantly? I can scarce express my thought. A man here. You saw him not? No, Signora. I could see. Saw a man here? That is hard when the place was locked and barred. Livia, aside. Must concher she must have seen whom I have contrived to screen in my changer. I regard what you saw but as the play of your fancy and your fear. Melancholy surely may have, the man that you saw here, formed from atoms of the day. Yes, I think my master's right. No, it was no defect of sight, no illusion. Since my heart, ah, too well I feel the smart, has been broken by the fright. Some strange witchery of my will must have been affected here, with such consummate skill that if God had not been near I might have pursued my ill. He who at such timely hour helped me to resist the power of this fearful violence. Will my humble innocence guard whatever dangers lower? Livia, my cloak. Exit Livia. When our overwhelming grief suppress I to Holy Church Repair, where we secretly confess the true faith. Livia returns with the cloak which she places on Justina. Tis this you wear? There pretence I may appease the strange fire that burns me so. I desire with thee to go. Livia, aside. Ah, I will breathe much more at ease when they're out of the house, I know. Since I wholly trust thee, heaven, thy hold to me afford, save me. Come, so it may be. Since the cause is thine, O Lord, O defend thyself and me. Exeun Justina and Lysander. Scene 9. Moscon and Livia. Have they gone? They're gone, all right. Why, I'm almost dead with fright. Were you of your sense bereft? When but now my room you left and appeared before her sight. Left your room? Be seen by her? Why, I swear it, Livia, dear. Not one moment did I stir her. Who then was it she saw here? Well, the devil has I infer. How know I? But then do not take it so to heart my soul. Oh, that's not the cause. She weeps. Then what? Such a question, when the whole of the day it was his lot. With me here locked up to stay. For his comrade far away must I not a tear than shed, though I take this day instead. Having wept not yesterday. Would I have him think of me as a woman who could be so forgetful and so frail, as for half a year to fail in what we did both agree? Half a year? It is above one oh year since he went away. Quite an error, as I'll prove. Mind, I cannot count a day when I, Claren, could not love. This being so, if I to thee gave up half the year, ah, me, I would give a false amount to place all to his account. Ah, ungrateful, can it be that when my heart on thee depends for his peace that thine attends to such trifles? Moscan, yes, for I find I must confess short accounts make longest friends. Such being then thy constancy, Olivia, I must say goodbye till tomorrow. Ah, if he is thy two-day fever, I hope he's not thy syncope. Well, my friend, from this you know I know Malisbear. Just so. See me then no more to-day. But to-morrow, sir, you may. I'll not need to send. Hey-ho! Exeunt. Seen ten. A wood. Cyprian, as frightened, Claren stealthily after him. Doubtless something must have happened among the stars, imperial clusters, since I find their influences to my wishes so repugnant, up from the profound abysses some dark caveat must be uttered, which prohibits the obedience which they owe me as my subjects, I, a thousand times with spell words, made the winds of heaven too shudder. I, a thousand times the bosom of the earth with symbols furrowed, yet my eyes have not been gladdened by the human sun-refulgent that I seek, nor in my arms hold that human heaven. What wonder, when a thousand times have I scraped the earth as if for nuggets, when a thousand times the wind by my screeching was perturbed, and yet Livia was oblivious. Once again, then, I am humbled to invoke her thus. O listen, beautiful Justina. Seen eleven. A phantom figure of Justina appears, the figure Cyprian and Claren. Summoned, as I wander through these mountains, I obey a call so urgent. What then wouldst thou? What then wouldst thou, Cyprian, with me? Oh, I shudder. And since now. I am astonished. I have come. What thus disturbs me? To this place. What makes me tremble? Where? Oh, whence this doubt that numbs me? Love does call me. Why this terror? And the powerful spell thou workest. Thus complied with, to this forest's deepest depths, I fly to shun me. Exit, covering her face with the cloak. Listen, hear me, stay, Justina. But why linger, spellbound, stunned here? I'll pursue her, and this forest, wither by my spells conducted, she has flown, will be the leafy theatre, the rude constructed bride-bed of the strangest bridal heaven ever witnessed. Exit. Scene 12 Stop! Renuncio bride like this who smells a smoke stronger than a blacksmith's furnace. But perhaps the incantation, being so extremely sudden, caught her leaning o'er the light-up, if not cooking tripe for supper. No. Thus cloaked in a kitchen. That excuse won't do. Another let me try. I have it now, for an honourable woman never smells than any sweeter. She, with fright, must have been flustered. Yes, overtaken her now, and from that rude veil uncultured, struggling in closed, clasping arms. For I think when lovers struggle, open arms are not the weapon, even for the lustiest lover. To this very spot they come. I will watch them undercover, for I wish for once to witness how young women are abducted. Conceals himself. Scene 13 Cyprian embracing the figure of Justina, which he carries in his arms. Now, O beautiful Justina, in this sweet and secret covert, where no beam of sun can enter, nor the breeze of heaven blow roughly, now the trophy of thy beauty makes my magic toils triumphant. For here, folding thee no longer, have I need to fear disturbance. Fear, Justina, thou hast cost me even my soul. But in my judgment, since the gain has been so glorious, not so dear has been the purchase, oh, unveiled I self, fair goddess, not in the clouds obscure and murky, not in vapours hide the sun, show its golden rays refulgent. He draws a sight to cloak, and discovers a skeleton. But, oh, whoa, what's this I see? Is it a cold course, mute, postless, that within its arms expects me, who, in one brief moment's compass, could upon these faded features, pallid, motionless and shrunken, have extinguished the bright beauties of the blush-rose and the purple? Cyprian, such are all the glories of the world that you so covet. The skeleton disappears. Clarion rushes in frightened and embraces Cyprian. Scene 14, Clarion and Cyprian. Fear for anyone who wants it, wholesale or retail, I'll furnish. Stay, funereal shadow, stay. Now for other ends I urge thee. I am a funereal body. Don't you see it by my bulk here? Ah, who are you? Who I am, sir, or am not, my self-doth puzzle. Did you in the airs void spaces, or earth's caverns yawning under, see an icy course here vanish, see to dust and ashes turning, all the freshness and the beauty that it promised in its coming? Do you take me, sir, for one of those pitiful poor lurkers men call spies? What could it be? And not be in such a hurry. Let us seek it. Let's not seek it. I must sift this matter further. I would rather not. Scene 15, The Demon, Cyprian and Clarion. Demon aside. Just heavens. If my nature, in conjunction, once possessed both grace and science, when amongst angels I was numbered, grace alone is what I've lost, science, no. Then why unjustly, if tis so, deprive my science of its proper power and function? Lucifer, why is master mine? They don't call him, for he'll come here in another course, I warrant. Speak. What would you? The annulling, the redemption of those pledges at whose very thought I shudder. As I don't redeem my pledges, I'll slip off here through the bushes. Exit. Scene 16, Cyprian and the Demon. Scarcely, oh, earth's wounded bosom, had I the true spell word uttered, when in the ensuing action she of all my dreams the subject, my adored divine Justina, but why take the useless trouble that to tell you know already, I embraced her, would unmuffle her fair face when, woe is me, in her beauty I discovered a gaunt skeleton, a statue, a pale image, a sepulchral show of death, which in these measured words thus spoke, even yet I shudder. Cyprian, such are all the glories of the world that you so covet. To assure that on thy magic as expressed by me the burden of the fault should lie is vain, for I point by point so worked it, that of all its silent symbols there was not a line but somewhere had its place of all its spell words, not one word that was not uttered. Then, it is plain thou hast deceived me, for though acting as instructed, I but found an empty phantom where I sought a blissful substance. Cyprian, this defect from thee, not from me, in truth resulted. Not from thee, because the magic thou didst exercise with subtle thought and skill, and not from me, for I could not teach thee further. From a higher cause, believe me, came this injury thou hast suffered, but be not cast down, for I, who in tranquil rest will lull thee, will to thee unite Justina by a different way and juster. That is not my intention now, for this strange event has struck me with such terror and confusion that thy ways I do not covet. And since thou hast not complied with the conditions, the assumptions of my love, I only ask thee now that from thy face I am rushing as the contract is annulled that my bond thou shouldst return me. What I promised was to teach thee, by a course of study secret, how to draw to thee Justina by the potent power impulsive of thy words. And since the wind here Justina hath conducted, I have then fulfilled my contract. I have kept my plighted word then. What was offered to my love was that I should surely pluck here the sweet fruit whose seeds my hope had to these wild wastes entrusted. Cyprian, I was only bound her to bring here. A mere shuffle to my arms you swore to give her. In thy arms I saw her struggle. To us a phantom. To us a portent. Worked by whom? By one who worked it to protect her. Who was he? Demon, trembling. I don't wish the name to utter. I will turn my magic science against thyself, by its compulsion speak, inform me, who he is. Well, a God who takes this trouble for Justina. What's one God when of God's there such a number? All their power in him is centred. Then one only, soul and sovereign must he be, whose single will thy united wills outworketh. I know nothing. I know nothing. I renounce then with my utmost power the pact that I made with thee. What compelled him? This I urge thee, in that great God's name, to guard her. Demon, after having struggled ineffectually not to say it. To preserve her pure, uncelled. Then he is the sovereign goodness. Since a wrong he will not suffer. But if she remained here hidden say what loss would have resulted. Loss of honour, if the secret leaked out to the gossiping vulgar. Then that God must be all-sight, since he could foresee these trouble. But why could not thy enchantment be as potent and consummate? Ah, his power is ampler, fuller. Then that God must be all-hands, since whatever he wills he worketh. Tell me then, who is that God whom to-day I have discovered, the supreme of good to be, the creator, the annuller, the omniscient, the all-seeing whom I've sought for years unnumbered. Him I know not. Speak, who is he? As I speak it how I shudder. He is the God of the Christians. Say what moved him to obstruct me in my wish. Her Christian faith. Does he guard so those who love him? Yes. But now too late. Too late does thou hope to gain his succour, since in being my slave thou canst not claim the privilege of his subject. I thy slave? In my possession is thy signature. I'll struggle to regain it from thee, since, twas conditional at the utmost, I don't doubt I will get it. Ow! In this way. He draws his sword, strikes at the demon, but cannot touch him. Although the lunges of thy naked sword against me are well aimed, thou hast not struck me, theirs as were thy blows. And now, even in more despair to plunge thee, I would have thee learn at least, that the devil is thy instructor. What do you say? That I am he. Oh, to hear thee how I shudder. Not alone a slave art thou, but my slave. Be that thy comfort. I, the slave of the devil, I own a master so unworthy. Yes, for since thy soul thou gave it to me, thencefore that to me was subject. Is there then no gleam of hope, no appeal, no aid, no succour by which I so great a crime can blot out? No. Why doubt further? Let not this sharp sword rest idly in my hand, but swiftly cutting through my breast, become the willing instrument of my own murder. For what say I? He who could snatch Justina from thy clutches, can he not too rescue me? No. By choice thou were to culprit, and he does not favour crimes, virtues only. If the summit of all power he be, to pardon is as easy as to punish, he rewarded by his power. He chastiseth from his justice. One who yields, he'll not chastise. I am one, since I am humbled. Thou art mine, my slave. No master canst thou have but me. I trust not. How? One still in my possession is that bond of thine? That bloody scroll inscribed by thine own hand? He who is supreme and sovereign, and depends not on another, will yet bear me through triumphant. In what way? He is all sight, and will see the fitting juncture. It I hold. He is all hands, and will burst my bonds asunder. Oh, that comes, I'll see thee dead. Thus my clasping arm shall crush thee. They struggle together. Thou great God, the Christians God, oh, assist me in this struggle. Demon, flinging Cyprian from his arms. It is he who has saved thy life. More he'll do, since I seek him humbly. Excellent. Scene 17 Hall in the palace of the governor. The governor, Fabius, and soldiers. Oh, then, will the capture bade? In their churches we suspected we discovered them collected, where before their God they prayed, with an armed guard. I traced them to this secret, sacred hall, made them prisoners one and all, and in different prisons placed them, but your patience not to tire the chief-point I may declare, captured is Justina Fair, and Lysander her old sire. If for gold a fair pretence, if for rank you would not miss, wherefore bring me news like this, and not claim your recompense. If you don't value thus my poor service, you may pay for it. How? With great respect I say it. Floris, free, and Lelias. Though I seemed austere and cold, them chastising without pity, to strike terror through the city, yet, if the whole truth were told, the cause were plain, why they had been prisonered a whole year. It is this, a father's fear Lelias would preserve this way. Floris was his rival, he had a host of powerful friends, each was jealous, and his ends would attain what air might be. I was fearful a collision would ensue if they should meet, so I thought it more discreet not to come to a decision. So with this intent I sought some pretext, Justina's face to expel from out this place, but I could discover naught. But since this event today, with a damaged character, gives a right to vanish our need to take her life away, let them be released, no fear need you have about their fate. Go, Lelias liberate, go, and Floris bring me here. Myriad times I kiss thy feet for a favour so amends. Exit. Scene 18. The Governor and Soldiers And since now this fair pretends, this hypocritical deceit, in my power a last little lie, wherefore my revenge postponed for the sorrows I have known through her fault. Yes, she shall die by the bloody Headsman's hand. To a soldier. Bring her hither in my name. Let her punishment and shame be a terror to the land. To the palace she thought sweet, but her scaffold seen present. Exit the soldier with others. Scene 19. Fabius, Lelias, and Floris. The same. Scene 20. Sir, the two for whom you've sent here are kneeling at your feet. Scene 21. I, whose wish it is to be welcomed as thy son this time, with no consciousness of crime, do not see a judge in thee. I, an angry sire, may see, with a son's respectful fear and obedience. Scene 22. Being here I infer that it must be, though no guilt can I discern, thy chastising hand to feel. Scene 23. See, submissive here, I kneel. Scene 24. Lelias, Floris, I was stern, justly stern against ye too, for, as judge or father, I could not unchastise pass by your offence. But then I knew that in noble hearts the feeling of resentment does not last. And as now the cause is passed, I resolved to both appealing friends to make of you once more. So, to consecrate the tie, now embrace in amity. Scene 25. I am glad that, as of your, Floris is my friend today. Scene 26. The voured mine this act may show. Here's my hand. Scene 27. This being so, you are free to go or stay. When I tell you of the sad fall of her you once admired, nothing further is required. Scene 20. The demon, a crowd of people, the same. Demon within. Where, beware. He's mad, he's mad. What is this? I'll go and see. He goes to the door and after a pause returns. In this palace hall these cries from what cause can they arise? Something serious it must be. This confusion is occasioned. Here, a singular adventure. Sir by Cyprian, who being absent many days again has entered Antioch completely mad. It was doubtless the fine essence of his mind that thus has brought him to this lamentable ending. People within. Where the madman? Where the madman? Scene 21. Cyprian, half-naked. People. The same. Never was I more collected. It is you yourselves are mad. Cyprian, what is all this ferment? Governor of Antioch, viceroy of great Caesar desius. Florus, Lelius, my young friends, whom I valued and respected. Proud nobility, great people. To my words be all attentive. I am Cyprian. I am he once so studious and so learned. I the wonder of the schools of the sciences from the centre. What I gained from all my studies was one doubt. A doubt that never left my willed mind a moment. Ever troubling and perplexing I Justina saw, and seeing to her charms my soul surrendered, and for soft voluptuous Venus left the wise and learned Minerva. Baffled by Justina's virtue I pursuing though rejected, and from one extreme to another passing on as passion led me, to my guest who from the sea found my feet a port of shelter. For Justina pledged my soul since at once he charmed my senses and my intellect by giving love its hopes and thought its treasures. From that hour, as his disciple, lived I in these lonely deserts, and to his laborious teaching I am for a power indebted, by which I can move even mountains, and in different places set them, yet although these mighty wonders I can do today, I'm helpless by the voice of my desire to draw towards me one fair vessel. And the cause why I am powerless to subdue that beautist virgin is that by God she's guarded, whom not knowing by his blessed grace bestowed I came to acknowledge as the infinite, the eternal. Yes, the great God of the Christians I now openly confess here, and though true it is I am still of hell the slave and servant, having with my very blood signed a certain secret sedule, yet my blood that blood may blot out in the martyrdom I'm expecting. If you are a judge, if Christians you pursue with bloody vengeance I am one, for in these mountains a grave venerable elder, the first sacrament conferring with its sacred sign impressed me. This being so, why wait? Your orders give unto the bloody headsman tell him here to strike this neck, and from it my head disever, try my firmness as you will, for I, resolute and determined will endure a thousand deaths since this truth at last I've learned that without the great God whom now I seek, adore and reverence human glories are but ashes, dust, smoke, wind, delusive, empty. He falls as if in a swoon with his face to the ground. So absorbed, so lost in wonder, Cyprian, as thy daring left me, that considering modes of torture I have yet not one selected. Rise, be sturdy. Spurns him with his foot. As a statue formed of ice he lies extended. Scene 22 soldiers, Justina, the same. Here your highness is Justina. Governor, aside. I must go. Her face unnerves me. With his living course here lying. Aside to his retinue. Let us leave her for the present. For the two being here confined it may alter their intentions seeing that they are condemned both to die. If not, dear sartan, that unless they adore our gods frightful torments shall soon end them. Lilius, aside. I remain tweaked love and fear, quite bewildered and suspended. Flores, aside. So affected have I been. I scarce know what most affects me. Excellent all except Justina. Scene 23 Justina, Cyprian, insensible on the ground. What, without a word you leave me? When I come here calm contented even to die? Ah, wishing death am I then of death prevented? She perceives Cyprian. But my punishment is doubtless, thus locked up to face the terrors of a slow and lingering death. With the body of this wretch here left alone, my sole companion being a corpse. O thou reentered into thy original earth, happy were thou if thy sentence was passed on thee for the faith I adore. Cyprian, recovering consciousness. O proud Avenger of your gods, why wait the thread of my life to cut? He perceives Justina and rises. Heaven bless me. Aside. Can I trust my eyes? Justina? Justina, aside. Cyprian, do I see? Oh, Heaven! No, it is not she. My thought fills the void air with her presence. No, it is not he. The wind forms this phantom to divert me. Shadow of my fantasy. Of my wish, delusive spectre. Terror of my startled senses. Horror of my heart's dejection. What then wouldst thou? What then wouldst thou? I invoked thee not. What errand has thou come on? Why thus seek me? I to thee no thought directed. Ah, I sought thee not, Justina. Nor here at thy call I entered. Then why here? I am a prisoner. Thou? I too have been arrested. But, Justina, say what crime could thy virtue have affected? It is not for any crime. It is from their deep resentment, their abhorrence of Christ's faith. Whom I, as my God, confess here. Thou dost owe him that, Justina, for thy God was thy defender. He watched all thee in his goodness. Get my prayers to him accepted. Pray with faith, and he will listen. Then with that I will address him. Though a fear that's not despair makes me for my great sins tremble. Oh, have confidence. My crimes are so immense. But more immense are his great mercies. Then will he pardon have on me? Tis certain. How, if my soul surrendered to the demon self as purchase of thy beauty. Oh, there are not stars as many in the heavens. Sands as many on the shore. Sparks within the fire as many. Moats as many in the beam. On the wind so many feathers. As the sins he can forgive. I believe it. And I'm ready now a thousand lives to give him. But I hear some people enter. Scene 24 Fabius leading in Moscon, Clarin and Livia as prisoners. Cyprian and Justina. With your master and your mistress he remain confined together. Exit. If they fancy to be Christians what have we done to offend them? Much. Tis crime enough for us that we am to be servants. Flying peril in the mountain I find here a greater peril. Scene 25 A servant the same. Lord Governor Aurelius summons Cyprian to his presence and Justina. Ah, how happy if Tis for the wished-for ending. Do not Cyprian be disheartened. Faith, zeal, courage all possess me for if life must be the ransom of my slavery to the devil he who gave his soul for thee will he not give God his person? I once said that I could love thee but in death and since together Cyprian we now must die what I promised I present thee. They are led out by the servant. Scene 26 Moscon, Livia and Clarin. How contentedly to die they go forth. Much more contented are we three to remain alive. Not much more. For we must settle our account now though I own the occasion might be better but it's too still to err wrong to neglect the time that's present. What account pray? I have been absent. Speak. The whole of a twelve month when without my intermission Moscon and possession held thee now my quota in the business if we both have equal measure is that I must have my year. Can it be that I'm suspected of thus wronging thee so basely? I wept whole days together when it was the day for weeping. Yeah, for I myself was present. Every day that was not mine she thy friendship quite respected. That's a bounce. For not a tear when this day her house I entered did she shed and there I found thee sitting with her quite contented. But this day is not a fast. Yes it is. For I remember that the day I went away was my day. Ah, that's an error. Yes, I see how that arises. This year is a year by sex-style and our days are now the same. Well, I'm satisfied. It is better that a man should not too deeply pry into such things. Good heavens! The sound of a great tempest is heard. Scene 27 The governor, a crowd of people, then Fabius, Lilius and Flores all astonished. Afterwards the demon. Sure the house is tumbling down. How terrific! What a tempest! Doubtless in disastrous ruin toppled down the walls of heaven. The tempest is renewed and enter Fabius, Lilius and Flores. Scarcely on the public scaffold had the headsman's hand decevred Cyprian and Justina's necks when the earth, even to its center, seemed to tremble. And a cloud from whose burning womb extended the wild lightnings, the loud thunders, awful embryos were projected, fell upon us. From which issued a most horrid, most repelling shape who on the scaly shells of a mailed and mighty serpent over the scaffold made a sign, motioning silence and attention. The scene opens and the scaffold with the heads and bodies of Justina and Cyprian is seen. Over it in the air, upon a winged serpent, is the demon. Hear, O mortals! Hear what I, by the orders of I heaven, for Justina's exculpation, must declare to all here present. Aye, it was, who to dishonor her pure fame informed assembled, for the purpose scaled her house and her very chamber entered. In order that her fame should not by that fraud be lessened I came here her injured honour to exhibit pure and perfect. Cyprian, who with her lyeth on a happy beer at rest there, was my slave. But he, a-facing, with the blood his neck outshedeth, the red signature, the linen is now spotless and unblemished. And the two, in spite of me, having to the spheres ascended of the sacred throne of God, live there in a world far better. This, then, is the truth, which I tell, because God makes me tell it. Much against my will, my practice not being great as a truth teller. He falls swiftly and sinks into the earth. Ah! What horror! What confusion! What a prodigy! What terror! These are all but the enchantments which this sorcerer effected at his death. I am in doubt to believe them or reject them. The mere thought of them confounds me. If magician it is certain, as I hold, he must have been the magician then of heaven. Leaving our partitioned love in a rather odd dilemma, for the wonderful magician ask the pardon of its errors. End of Act 3 End of The Wonderworking Magician by Pedro Calderón de la Barca Translated by Dennis Florence McCarthy