That to this day is highly solemniz'd. In one of which a sumptuous temple stands,[117] Pass'd with delight the stately town of Trier,[114] FAUSTUS. Having now, my good Mephistophilis, The streets straight forth, and pav'd with finest brick, From Paris next,[115] coasting the realm of France, He now is gone to prove cosmography, Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines; Whose buildings fair and gorgeous to the eye, Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.[113] Not to be won by any conquering prince; We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine, [Exit.] Being seated in a chariot burning bright, Quarter the town in four equivalents: And take some part of holy Peter's feast, Then up to Naples, rich Campania, Did mount himself to scale Olympus' top, With walls of flint, and deep-entrenched lakes, And, as I guess, will first arrive at Rome, To see the Pope and manner of his court, Drawn by the strength of yoky dragons' necks. From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest, Environ'd round with airy mountain-tops, The way he cut,[116] an English mile in length, Thorough a rock of stone, in one night's space; There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb,