High on the Monarch's Diadem, attractest
More worship than the majesty who sweats
Beneath the crown which makes his head ache, like
Millions of hearts which bleed to lend it lustre!
Shalt thou be mine? I am, methinks, already
A little king, a lucky alchymist!—340
A wise magician, who has bound the devil
Without the forfeit of his soul. But come,
Wer.Call me Werner still;