Why,

'Twas thine own seeking, Faustus; thank thyself.

But think'st thou Heaven is such a glorious thing?

I tell thee, Faustus, it is not half so fair

As thou or any man that breathes on earth.

'Twas made for man, therefore is man more excellent.

As are the elements, such are the spheres

Mutually folded in each other's orb,

And, Faustus,

All jointly move upon one axletree

Whose terminine is termed the world's wide pole;

Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars,

or Jupiter Feigned, but are erring stars.

All jointly move from east to west in twenty-four hours upon the poles of the world; but differ in their motion upon the poles of the zodiac.

Ay.

Nine: the seven planets, the firmament, and the empyreal heaven.

“Faust. But is there not ctclum igneum et cryitallinum?

No, Faustus, they are but fables.

“Faust. Resolve me then in this one question: Why,” &c.

Per inmqualem motute rcspectu totius.

I will not.

Move me not, for I will not tell thee.

Ay, that is not against our kingdom; but this is. Think thou on Hell, Faustus, for thou art damned.

Remember this.