Arabella Delay me from reaching the field of battle? From tearing victory from our enemies? Let widows mourn--let lovers cry! Children, follow me, raise your spirits. I see your courage shine in your faces. Let all here feel the horror and the carnage. Fix bayonets! Firmly--good. The rogues don't dare face us. Ah--cowards, you flee-- No--no quarter-- flee. (faints) Scratch In a short while, the blood will flow properly again. Albert (beside himself) Her wit's gone, without hope of return. Scratch Everything's ready. In my opinion, her illness is nothing more than a repressed humor, an irritated spirit, which is trying to free itself. Some demon of love has seized her mind. Albert What--the poor girl is possessed? Scratch This violent demon from which we must save her is very strong and could take her from us. If I only had a subject in whom I could make this spirit of madness enter, I could quite answer for it. Albert Jenny is a perfect subject. No need to search further. She'll serve our turn. Jenny I kiss your hands--and give you my word, I'll do not such thing. I am already crazy enough. Worthy Hurry up. Her illness augments every minute. Scratch Curses. This isn't a child's game. One cannot proceed too carefully. When a demon gets in a man's body, I can get it out easily enough. But, in the body of a female, it's quite another matter. Worthy To learn today the extent of his skill, I intend to deliver myself to his care. I begin to doubt the effect. I think he's planning to mock you and me. I intend to embarrass him. Scratch Me? I'll show you, and put you in a state where you cannot talk. Put yourself beside her. A knee on the ground, and stay put there. Always keep your gaze fixed on her beautiful eyes--your hand joined straight to hers. (to Albert) Do you permit him to give her his hand, so the force of attraction will be very strong? Albert Yes, I consent to everything. Scratch So much the better. You'll see a surprising effect shortly. (Scratch makes several passes over the lovers with a wand) Microc--Salaam-- Hippocrata. Arabella Heaven--what heavy cloud is lifting from my eyes? Worthy What somber vapor is obscuring things around here? Arabella What a calm replacing trouble has come over my spirit. Worthy What confused tumult redoubles in my feelings? What profound abyss opens under my feet? What dragon pursues me? Ah, traitor, you will die--I intend to purge the world of a monster like you. (Worthy chases Albert about, sword in hand.) Scratch (coming between them) Ah, sir, avoid his furious rage. Save yourself, save yourself. Let me draw some blood and poison from his side. (holding Worthy) From the violent access with which he's transported, I can see I've given him too strong a dose. Worthy I intend to sacrifice him to my just fury. Scratch Don’t you have some strong liquor or spirits to calm this fury? He's going to escape me.