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full of obedience and humility!

Such is the force of magic and my spells.

Now, Faustus, art thou conjuror laureate...

that canst command great Mephistophilis.

Now, Faustus,

what wouldst thou have me do?

I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live...

and do whatever Faustus shall command.

Be it make the moon drop from her sphere

or the ocean to overwhelm the world.

I am a servant to great Lucifer,

and may not follow thee without his leave.

No more than he commands

must we perform.

Did not he charge thee to appear to me?

No, I came hither of mine own accord.

Did not my conjuring speeches raise thee?

Speak.

That was the cause, but yet per accidens...

for when we hear one

rack the name of God...

abjure the scriptures

and his savior Christ...

we fly, in hope to get his glorious soul.

Nor will we come, unless he use such means

whereby he is in danger to be damned.

Therefore, the shortest cut for conjuring

is stoutly to abjure the Trinity...

and pray devoutly to the Prince of Hell.

So Faustus hath already done,

and holds this principle:

There is no chief but only Belzebub,

to whom Faustus doth dedicate himself.

This word "damnation" terrifies not him.

But, leaving these vain trifles

of men's souls...

tell me, what is that Lucifer thy Lord?

Arch-regent and commander of all spirits.

Was not that Lucifer an angel once?

Yes, Faustus, and most dearly loved of God.

How comes it then

that he is Prince of Devils?

By aspiring pride and insolence...

for which God threw him

from the face of Heaven.

And what are you that live with Lucifer?

Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer...

conspired against our God with Lucifer...

and are forever damned with Lucifer.

- Where are you damned?

- In Hell.

How comes it then that thou art out of Hell?

Why, this is Hell, nor am I out of it.

Think'st thou that I

who saw the face of God...

and tasted the eternal joys of Heaven...

am not tormented with 10,000 hells...

in being deprived of everlasting bliss?

Faustus, leave these frivolous demands...

which strike a terror to my fainting soul.

What, is great Mephistophilis so passionate

for being deprived of the joys of Heaven?

Learn thou of Faustus' manly fortitude...

and scorn those joys

thou never shalt possess.

Go, bear these tidings to great Lucifer.

Seeing Faustus hath incurred

eternal death...

by desperate thoughts

against Jove's deity...

say he surrenders up to him his soul

so he will spare him four and 20 years...

letting him live in all voluptuousness,

having thee ever to attend on me...

to give me whatsoever I demand,

to slay mine enemies and aid my friends...

and always be obedient to my will.

Go, and return to mighty Lucifer...

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