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Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, I'll have them fly to India for gold, [Exeunt ANGELS.] Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, Wherein all Nature's treasure is contain'd: And heap God's heavy wrath upon thy head! The German Valdes and Cornelius; Read, read the Scriptures:--that is blasphemy. Perform what desperate enterprise [13] I will? FAUSTUS. Their conference will be a greater help to me I'll have them read me strange philosophy, Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. EVIL ANGEL. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky, Resolve me of all ambiguities, [Exit.] FAUSTUS. How am I glutted with conceit of this! For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; GOOD ANGEL. O, Faustus, lay that damned book aside, And search all corners of the new-found world Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast. WAGNER. I will, sir. Lord and commander of these [12] elements. Request them earnestly to visit me. And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul,

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