disposed to talk. DICK. A plague take you! I thought you did not sneak up and down after her for nothing. But, I prithee, tell me in good sadness, Robin, is that a conjuring-book? ROBIN. Do but speak what thou'lt have me to do, and I'll do't:      if thou'lt dance naked, put off thy clothes, and I'll conjure thee about presently; or, if thou'lt go but to the tavern with me, I'll give thee white wine, red wine, claret-wine, sack, muscadine, malmsey, and whippincrust, hold, belly, hold; 93 and we'll not pay one penny for it. DICK. O, brave! Prithee, 94 let's to it presently, for I am as dry as a dog. ROBIN. Come, then, let's away.           [Exeunt.]            Enter CHORUS. CHORUS. Learned Faustus, To find the secrets of astronomy Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament, Did mount him 95 up to scale Olympus' top; Where, sitting in a chariot burning bright, Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons' necks, He views 96 the clouds, the planets, and the stars, The tropic zones, and quarters of the sky, From the bright circle of the horned moon Even to the height of Primum Mobile; And, whirling round with this 97 circumference, Within the concave compass of the pole, From east to west his dragons swiftly glide, And in eight days did bring him home again.      Not long he stay'd within his quiet house, To rest his bones after his weary toil; But new exploits do hale him out again:      And, mounted then upon a dragon's back, That with his wings did part the subtle air, He now is gone to prove cosmography, That measures coasts and kingdoms of the earth; And, as I guess, will first arrive at Rome, To see the Pope and manner of his court, And take some part of holy Peter's feast, The which this day is highly solemniz'd.           [Exit.]            Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS. FAUSTUS. Having now, my good Mephistophilis, Pass'd with delight the stately town of Trier, Environ'd round 98 with airy mountain-tops, With walls of flint, and deep-entrenched lakes, Not to be won by any conquering prince; From Paris next, coasting the realm of France, We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine, 99 Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines; Then up to 100 Naples, rich Campania, Whose buildings fair and gorgeous to the eye, The streets straight forth, and pav'd with finest brick, Quarter the town in four equivalents: 101 There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb; The way he cut, an English mile in length, Thorough 102 a rock of stone, in one night's space; From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest, 103      

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