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.[208]

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.