He shall cling and cleave to me,
Like a sprawling child in agony,
And food and drink, illusive hovering nigh,
Shall shun his parchèd lips, and cheat his longing eye;
He shall pine and pant and strain
For the thing he may not gain,
And, though he ne’er had sold him to do evil,
He would have damned himself without help from the devil.
Scene VII.
Enter a Student.