Whereas this Zeus of ours, though Chief indeed—
Nay, because chief of other gods than he,
Comes from this Roman’s hand no God at all!—
This is a knotty question.
Lucifer (without). Nor while I
Tangle, for you, good doctor, to untie.
Cipr. What! The poor bird scarce settled on the bough,
Before the fowler after him! How now?
Who’s there?
Lucifer (entering habited as a Merchant). A stranger; therefore pardon him,