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Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that[9] end: For, falling to a devilish exercise, Affords this art no greater miracle? Bene disserere est finis logices. And glutted now[6] with learning's golden gifts, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss: And live and die in Aristotle's works. Is, to dispute well, logic's chiefest end? He surfeits upon cursed necromancy; And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: His waxen wings did mount above his reach, In heavenly matters of theology; And this the man that in his study sits. Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And, melting, heavens conspir'd his overthrow; Yet level at the end of every art, [Exit.] Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Sweet Analytics, 'tis thou[8] hast ravish'd me! Having commenc'd, be a divine in shew, Bid Economy[10] farewell, and[11] Galen come, To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess: FAUSTUS discovered in his study.[7] A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: FAUSTUS. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin Till swoln with cunning,[5] of a self-conceit,