You would be a being knowing not what Love is--a monstrous spectacle!" "That may be true," Paracelsus replies, "but for the time I will have nothing to do with feeling.

My affections shall remain at rest, and then, _when_ I have attained my single aim, when knowledge is all mine, my affections will awaken purified and chastened by my knowledge.

Let me, unhampered by sympathy, win my victory.

And I go forth certain of victory." Are there not, Festus, are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver: One--when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge; One--when, a prince, he rises with his pearl?
Festus, I plunge! FESTUS.

We wait you when you rise.
So ends the first part, and the second opens ten years afterwards in a Greek Conjurer's house in Constantinople, with Paracelsus writing down the result of his work.