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Enter WAGNER.[22] All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command: emperors and kings These metaphysics of magicians, Ha! If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and Stipendium, &c. What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu! Of power, of honour, of omnipotence, A sound magician is a mighty god: The reward of sin is death: that's hard. Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. O, what a world of profit and delight, What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,[19] Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man; And necromantic books are heavenly; Is promis'd to the studious artizan! there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die: Here, Faustus, tire[21] thy brains to gain a deity. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. But his dominion that exceeds in this, Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; [Reads.] Lines, circles, scenes,[20] letters, and characters;

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