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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 2 Scene: 2

'Twas thine owe 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 breath on earth.

'Twas made for man; then he's more excellent.

As are the elements, such are the heavens,

Even from the moon unto the empirial orb,

Mutually folded in each others spheres,

And jointly move upon one axle-tree,

Whose termine is termed the world's wide pole.

Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter,

Fained, but are evening stars.

All move from east to west in four and

twenty hours upon the poles of the world, but differ in

their motions upon the poles of the zodiac.

Ay.

Nine, the seven planets, the firmament, and the

empyreal heaven.

No, Faustus, they be but fables.

Per inaequalem motum, respectu totius.

I will not.

Move me not, Faustus.

Ay, that is not against our kingdom.

This is. Thou art damned; think thou of hell.

Remember this Exit.