Faustus. Not from fear, I assure thee. I have
been bold to one much mightier than thyself, and therefore am I here.
Satan. Hey! carry the saucy hound to the pool of the damned; and after being soused therein, let him be well scourged by a legion of my most active pages, in order that he may become a little acquainted with the rules of these regions.
A devil dragged Faustus to the pool; the legion swarmed after him.
Leviathan (perceiving the Pope). Ah! welcome, Pope Alexander. I hope you no longer feel any desire to make a Ganymede of the Devil.
Pope (sighing). No, alas!
Satan. Ha, ha, ha! This is now a good specimen of the men who at present ravage the earth; but let them once get to the new world, and they will make it a theatre of crimes which will put the old one to shame.
Pope. Would that I could be there too!
Satan. A wish truly worthy of a pope; but console thyself,—thy countrymen will murder millions of men for their gold.
Pope. What will men not do for gold?