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Stran.
We will talk of that hereafter.
But I'll be moderate with you, for I see
Great things within you. You shall have no bond

But your own will, no contract save your deeds.
Are you content?

Arn.
I take thee at thy word.

Stran.
Now then!-
[The Stranger approaches the fountain, and turns to Arnold.

A little of your blood.

Arn.
For what?

Stran.
To mingle with the magic of the waters,
And make the charm effective.

Arn. (holding out his wounded arm).
Take it all.

Stran.
Not now. A few drops will suffice for this.
[The Stranger takes some of Arnold's blood in his hand, and
casts it into the fountain.

Shadows of Beauty!
Shadows of Power!
Rise to your duty-
This is the hour!
Walk lovely and pliant
From the depth of this fountain,
As the cloud-shapen giant
Bestrides the Hartz Mountain.
Come as ye were,
That our eyes may behold
The model in air
Of the form I will mould,
Bright as the Iris
When ether is spanned;-
Such his desire is,
[Pointing to Arnold.