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.
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