A sound magician is a demigod: If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there And necromantic books are heavenly; But his dominion that exceeds in this, These metaphysics of magicians, Ay, we must die an everlasting death. is no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so Lines, circles, scenes, letters, and characters; [10] Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. Shall be at my command: emperors and kings Of power, of honour, and omnipotence, Ha! Are but obeyed in their several provinces; What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; The reward of sin is death: that's hard. Here tire, my brains, to gain [11] a deity. Is promis'd to the studious artizan! All things that move between the quiet poles Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man; Stipendium peccati mors est. Stipendium, &c. [Reads.] What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu! consequently die: O, what a world of profit and delight, Enter WAGNER.