07 Dec




















FAUSTUS. How am I glutted with conceit of this! Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast. Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, GOOD ANGEL. O, Faustus, lay that damned book aside, And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul, FAUSTUS. Their conference will be a greater help to me Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. I'll have them fly to India for gold, I'll have them read me strange philosophy, Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky, Request them earnestly to visit me. And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; WAGNER. I will, sir. EVIL ANGEL. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art The German Valdes and Cornelius; [Exit.] For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; Resolve me of all ambiguities, Wherein all Nature's treasure is contain'd: Lord and commander of these [12] elements. And search all corners of the new-found world [Exeunt ANGELS.] Read, read the Scriptures:--that is blasphemy. Perform what desperate enterprise [13] I will? And heap God's heavy wrath upon thy head!

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