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.