"George Gordon, Lord Byron. The deformed transformed " - читать интересную книгу автора

[A cloud comes from the fountain. He stands gazing upon it:
it is dispelled, and a tall black man comes towards him.

Arn.
What would you? Speak!
Spirit or man?

Stran.
As man is both, why not
Say both in one?

Arn.
Your form is man's, and yet
You may be devil.

Stran.
So many men are that
Which is so called or thought, that you may add me
To which you please, without much wrong to either.
But come: you wish to kill yourself;-pursue
Your purpose.

Arn.
You have interrupted me.

Stran.
What is that resolution which can e'er

Be interrupted? If I be the devil
You deem, a single moment would have made you
Mine, and for ever, by your suicide;
And yet my coming saves you.

Arn.
I said not
You were the Demon, but that your approach
Was like one.

Stran.
Unless you keep company
With him (and you seem scarce used to such high
Society) you can't tell how he approaches;
And for his aspect, look upon the fountain,
And then on me, and judge which of us twain
Looks likest what the boors believe to be
Their cloven-footed terror.

Arn.
Do you-dare you
To taunt me with my born deformity?