To preserve that life which your love had taught me to prize, I had recourse to means which I trembled at employing.

You remember that night which I past in St.Clare's Sepulchre?
Then was it that, surrounded by mouldering bodies, I dared to perform those mystic rites which summoned to my aid a fallen Angel.

Judge what must have been my joy at discovering that my terrors were imaginary: I saw the Daemon obedient to my orders, I saw him trembling at my frown, and found that, instead of selling my soul to a Master, my courage had purchased for myself a Slave.' 'Rash Matilda! What have you done?
You have doomed yourself to endless perdition; You have bartered for momentary power eternal happiness! If on witchcraft depends the fruition of my desires, I renounce your aid most absolutely.

The consequences are too horrible: I doat upon Antonia, but am not so blinded by lust as to sacrifice for her enjoyment my existence both in this world and the next.' 'Ridiculous prejudices! Oh! blush, Ambrosio, blush at being subjected to their dominion.

Where is the risque of accepting my offers?
What should induce my persuading you to this step, except the wish of restoring you to happiness and quiet.