Hippolytus

“ Saint of streets, and brilliant one, that strays by night;
Foe of radiance, but friend and mate of gloom;
In howl of dogs rejoicing, and in crimson gore,
Wading ’mid corpses through tombs of lifeless dust,
Panting for blood; with fear convulsing men. ”

“ Underneath, however, unnoticed (by the spectators) , is a compartment, into which the accomplices, assembling, appear invested with the figures of such gods and demons as the magician wishes to exhibit. ”