[The pillared firmament] is rottenness,
And earth’s base built on stubble. But come, let’s on!
Against the opposing will and arm of Heaven 600
May never this just sword be lifted up;
But for that damned magician, let him be girt
With all the griesly legions that troop
Under the sooty flag of [Acheron],
[Harpies and Hydras], or all the monstrous forms 605
’Twixt Africa and Ind, I’ll find him out,
And force him to return [his purchase] back,