The sleepy Cardinals are hard at hand, Pluto's blue fire, and Hecat's tree, FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS in their own shapes. The planets seven, the gloomy air, And on a proud-pac'd steed, as swift as thought, MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt: then kneel down presently, MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth: Whilst on thy head I lay my hand, Drink to our late and happy victory. First, wear this girdle; then appear To censure Bruno, that is posted hence, Sweet Mephistophilis, so charm me here, Invisible to all are here: And with Lord Raymond, King of Hungary, FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth to-day, That we may solemnize Saint Peter's feast, Hell, and the Furies' forked hair, A Sennet [127] while the banquet is brought in; and then enter And by their folly make some merriment, Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany, There to salute the woful Emperor. POPE. Go presently and bring a banquet forth, But now, that Faustus may delight his mind, That I may walk invisible to all, And charm thee with this magic wand. That slept both Bruno and his crown away. And do whate'er I please, unseen of any.