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[Reads.] These metaphysics of magicians, Stipendium, &c. What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu! Of power, of honour, and omnipotence, All things that move between the quiet poles Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; Ay, we must die an everlasting death. consequently die: Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man; Shall be at my command: emperors and kings But his dominion that exceeds in this, Are but obeyed in their several provinces; If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there Enter WAGNER. Is promis'd to the studious artizan! O, what a world of profit and delight, Lines, circles, scenes, letters, and characters; [10] is no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so Here tire, my brains, to gain [11] a deity. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, Stipendium peccati mors est. And necromantic books are heavenly; Ha! Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. A sound magician is a demigod: The reward of sin is death: that's hard.