A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit:      Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus:      Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure:      Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physic is our body's health. Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain'd that end? Is not thy common talk found aphorisms? Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague, And thousand desperate maladies been eas'd? Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man. Couldst12 thou make men13 to live eternally, Or, being dead, raise them to life again, Then this profession were to be esteem'd. Physic, farewell! Where is Justinian?            [Reads.]      Si una eademque res legatur14 duobus, alter rem, alter valorem rei, &c. A pretty case of paltry legacies!            [Reads.]      Exhoereditare filium non potest pater, nisi, &c.15 Such is the subject of the institute, And universal body of the law:16 This17 study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile18 and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best:      Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well.            [Reads.]      Stipendium peccati mors est.                                    Ha! Stipendium, &c. The reward of sin is death:  that's hard.            [Reads.]      Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die:      Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,19 What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu! These metaphysics of magicians, And necromantic books are heavenly; Lines, circles, scenes,20 letters, and characters; Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. O, what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honour, of omnipotence, Is promis'd to the studious artizan! All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command:  emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; But his dominion that exceeds in this, Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man; A sound magician is a mighty god:      Here, Faustus, tire21 thy brains to gain a deity. Enter WAGNER.22 Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, The German Valdes and Cornelius; Request them earnestly to visit me. WAGNER. I will, sir.           [Exit.]       

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