Lucifer before his fall. Here, take this book, peruse it well:      The iterating of these lines brings gold; The framing of this circle on the ground Brings thunder, whirlwinds, storm, and lightning; Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself, And men in harness 68 shall appear to thee, Ready to execute what thou command'st. FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistophilis, for this sweet book:      This will I keep as chary as my life.           [Exeunt.]            Enter FAUSTUS, in his study, and MEPHISTOPHILIS. FAUSTUS. When I behold the heavens, 69 then I repent, And curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis, Because thou hast depriv'd me of those joys.       MEPHIST. 'Twas thine 70 own seeking, Faustus; thank thyself. But, think'st thou heaven is 71 such a glorious thing? I tell thee, Faustus, it is not half so fair As thou, or any man that breathes 72 on earth. FAUSTUS. How prov'st thou that? MEPHIST. 'Twas made for man; then he's more excellent. FAUSTUS. If heaven was made for man, 'twas made for me:      I will renounce this magic and repent. Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. GOOD ANGEL. Faustus, repent; yet God will pity thee. EVIL ANGEL. Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee. FAUSTUS. Who buzzeth in mine ears 73 I am a spirit? Be I a devil, yet God may pity me; Yea, God will pity me, if I repent. EVIL ANGEL. Ay, but Faustus never shall repent.           [Exeunt ANGELS.]       FAUSTUS. My heart is harden'd, I cannot repent; Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven:      Swords, poisons, halters, and envenom'd steel Are laid before me to despatch myself; And long ere this I 74 should have done the deed, Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair. Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love and Oenon's death? And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis? Why should I die, then, or basely despair? I am resolv'd; Faustus shall not repent.—      Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And reason of divine astrology. Speak, are there many spheres above the moon? Are all celestial bodies but one globe, As is the substance of this centric earth? MEPHIST. As are the elements, such are the heavens, Even from the moon unto th' empyreal orb, Mutually folded in each other's spheres, And jointly move upon one axletree, Whose termine 75 is term'd the world's wide pole; Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter Feign'd, but are erring 76 stars. FAUSTUS. But have they all one motion, both situ et tempore? MEPHIST. All move 

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