In worthy wise, and you consent to see
Some cunning sleights of spirit-craft from me.
Faust.
Thy fancy jumps with mine. Thou may’st commence,
So that thy dainty tricks but please the sense.
Mephistopheles.
Thou shalt, in this one hour, my friend,
More for thy noblest senses gain,
Than in the year’s dull formal train,
From stale beginning to stale end.