The Prisoner heard the rattling of Chains; The heavy Bar fell; The Archers were on the point of entering.

Worked up to phrenzy by the urgent danger, shrinking from the approach of death, terrified by the Daemon's threats, and seeing no other means to escape destruction, the wretched Monk complied.

He signed the fatal contract, and gave it hastily into the evil Spirit's hands, whose eyes, as He received the gift, glared with malicious rapture.
'Take it!' said the God-abandoned; 'Now then save me! Snatch me from hence!' 'Hold! Do you freely and absolutely renounce your Creator and his Son ?' 'I do! I do!' 'Do you make over your soul to me for ever ?' 'For ever!' 'Without reserve or subterfuge?
Without future appeal to the divine mercy ?' The last Chain fell from the door of the prison: The key was heard turning in the Lock: Already the iron door grated heavily upon its rusty hinges.
'I am yours for ever and irrevocably!' cried the Monk wild with terror: 'I abandon all claim to salvation! I own no power but yours! Hark! Hark! They come! Oh! save me! Bear me away!' 'I have triumphed! You are mine past reprieve, and I fulfil my promise.' While He spoke, the Door unclosed.

Instantly the Daemon grasped one of Ambrosio's arms, spread his broad pinions, and sprang with him into the air.

The roof opened as they soared upwards, and closed again when they had quitted the Dungeon.
In the meanwhile, the Gaoler was thrown into the utmost surprize by the disappearance of his Prisoner.