I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates
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And chase the prince of Parma from our land And reign sole king of all our provinces
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For when we hear one rack the name of God, abjure the Scriptures, and his saviour Christ, we fly in hope to get his glorious soul
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Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it
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Faustus leave these frivolous demands Which strike a terror to my fainting soul
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So he will spare him four and twenty years, Letting him live in all voluptuousness
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephostophilis
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These metaphysics and magicians, And necromanric books are heavenly!
