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SCENE XII.

Another part of the field. Enter Caffa, meeting Conor.
CONOR.
Gods! Caffa! this is terrible work indeed!
Can you not something do for us?

CAFFA.
Do what?

CONOR.
Work some enchantment on them for my sake,
That we be not destroyed.

CAFFA.
I can, indeed;
But, then, what guarantee have I that you
Will not prove treacherous to them afterwards—
Wreaking eternal vengeance on their heads?

CONOR.
A kinsman's solemn word pledged on my soul.

CAFFA.
Are the Ultonians routed from the field?

CONOR.
They are—all but the slain!

CAFFA.
How many have
Been slain?

CONOR.
More than the sands upon the sea!
Come, Kinsman! we are burning daylight here!
Even now they seek my life! Can you not do
Something for us? If so, by Heaven! I will
Exalt you to the highest power on earth!
Besides confer on them eternal joy.

CAFFA.
Swear, then, to me, by all your hopes of Heaven,
That you will never more prove false to them,
But forever remain what you are now—
True to the latest moment of your life—
And I will work enchantment on the Sons.

CONOR.
I swear, by all my hopes of Heaven, I will!

CAFFA.
But, proving false, the pains of Hell are thine!

CONOR.
This is my solemn oath!

CAFFA.
Then mark my word—
If you prove false, as I do now to them,
So will I do to you, but more at large.

CONOR.
Heaven knows I will prove true to them!

CAFFA.
Where now
Your solemn oath is registered! If you
Prove false to them, not only shall Heaven's wrath,
But mine, be poured upon you hot from Hell!

CONOR.
Which, if I do, I hope to Heaven it may!

CAFFA.
Then go with me. By wafture of this Rod,
By which Ezekiel measured the great walls
Of the Holy City, I can command
A viscid sea of whelming waves to roll
Beneath their feet, bearing them out of sight,
As though they were so many Ships of Life
Departing from this world to Heaven!—Come on.

[Exeunt.