The Thunder had ceased to roll: Universal silence reigned through the dungeon.
'For what am I summoned hither ?' said the Daemon, in a voice which sulphurous fogs had damped to hoarseness-- At the sound Nature seemed to tremble: A violent earthquake rocked the ground, accompanied by a fresh burst of Thunder, louder and more appalling than the first.
Ambrosio was long unable to answer the Daemon's demand.
'I am condemned to die;' He said with a faint voice, his blood running cold, while He gazed upon his dreadful Visitor.

'Save me! Bear me from hence!' 'Shall the reward of my services be paid me?
Dare you embrace my cause?
Will you be mine, body and soul?
Are you prepared to renounce him who made you, and him who died for you?
Answer but "Yes" and Lucifer is your Slave.' 'Will no less price content you?
Can nothing satisfy you but my eternal ruin?
Spirit, you ask too much.

Yet convey me from this dungeon: Be my Servant for one hour, and I will be yours for a thousand years.

Will not this offer suffice ?' 'It will not.

I must have your soul; must have it mine, and mine for ever.' 'Insatiate Daemon, I will not doom myself to endless torments.