[50]:
A sound magician is a mighty God....
How I am glutted with conceit of this!...
I'll have them fly to India for gold,
Ransack the ocean for orient pearl....
I'll have them read me strange philosophy,
And tell the secrets of foreign kings;
I'll have them wall all Germany with brass,
And make swift Rhine circle fair Wertenberg....
Like lions shall they guard us when we please,
Like Almain rutters with their horsemen's staves,
Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides;
Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids,
Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the white breasts of the queen of Love.
[51]: How I am glutted with conceit of this!
[52]:
Had I as many souls as there be stars,
I'd give them all for Mephistophilis.
By him I'll be great emperor of the world,
And make a bridge thorough the moving air....
Why should'st thou not? Is not thy soul thy own?
[53]:
O this feeds my soul!
LUCIFER.
Know, Faustus, in hell is all manner of delight.
FAUSTUS.