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Sylvester:
Pile up the fire!
Only an hour to the dawning, God,
To die a dog's death in a dumb despair
With the Elixir brimming at my lips,
Never! I set my will against the Fiend's!
The Voice:
The hour has come Sylvester.
Sylvester.(Stooping over the fire):
I prevail!
The brew glows golden, I outwit the Fiend!
Go slinking watcher, waiting there without,
I can defy you Devil, even now
Bubbles and stirs within the crucible
Glows in the glass the Perfect Rose supreme,
The Red, Red Rose of the Philosophers.
Here is the flower of my magistery,
Water of Life, the priceless Arcanum
