by his own assent, Without enforcement of the German peers, Did seek to wear the triple diadem, And by your death to climb Saint Peter's chair, The statutes decretal have thus decreed,—      He shall be straight condemn'd of heresy, And on a pile of faggots burnt to death. POPE. It is enough. Here, take him to your charge, And bear him straight to Ponte 125 Angelo, And in the strongest tower enclose him fast. To-morrow, sitting in our consistory, With all our college of grave cardinals, We will determine of his life or death. Here, take his 126 triple crown along with you, And leave it in the church's treasury. Make haste again, my good Lord Cardinals, And take our blessing apostolical. MEPHIST. So, so; was never devil thus bless'd before. FAUSTUS. Away, sweet Mephistophilis, be gone; The Cardinals will be plagu'd for this anon.           [Exeunt FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS with BRUNO.]       POPE. Go presently and bring a banquet forth, That we may solemnize Saint Peter's feast, And with Lord Raymond, King of Hungary, Drink to our late and happy victory. A Sennet 127 while the banquet is brought in; and then enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS in their own shapes. MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth:      The sleepy Cardinals are hard at hand, To censure Bruno, that is posted hence, And on a proud-pac'd steed, as swift as thought, Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany, There to salute the woful Emperor. FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth to-day, That slept both Bruno and his crown away. But now, that Faustus may delight his mind, And by their folly make some merriment, Sweet Mephistophilis, so charm me here, That I may walk invisible to all, And do whate'er I please, unseen of any. MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt:  then kneel down presently, Whilst on thy head I lay my hand, And charm thee with this magic wand. First, wear this girdle; then appear Invisible to all are here:      The planets seven, the gloomy air, Hell, and the Furies' forked hair, Pluto's blue fire, and Hecat's tree, With magic spells so compass thee, That no eye may thy body see! So, Faustus, now, for all their holiness, Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not be discern'd. FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistophilis.—Now, friars, take heed, Lest Faustus make your shaven crowns to bleed. MEPHIST. Faustus, no more:  see, where the Cardinals come! Re-enter the CARDINALS of France and Padua with a book. POPE. Welcome, Lord Cardinals; come, sit down.—      Lord Raymond, take your seat.—Friars, attend,  

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