We are immortal, and do not forget;
We are eternal, and to us the past
Is as the future, present. Art thou answer’d?
MANFRED
Ye mock me, but the power which brought ye here
Hath made you mine. Slaves! scoff not at my will;
The mind, the spirit, the Promethean spark,
The lightning of my being is as bright,
Pervading and far darting as your own,
And shall not yield to yours though coop’d in clay.
Answer, or I will teach you what I am.
SPIRIT
We answer as we answer’d. Our reply
Is even in thine own words.
MANFRED
Why say ye so?
SPIRIT
If, as thou say’st, thine essence be as ours,
We have replied in telling thee the thing
Mortals call death hath naught to do with us.
MANFRED