Why should I die, then, or basely despair? As is the substance of this centric earth? Made music with my Mephistophilis? Of Alexander's love and Oenon's death? With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Mutually folded in each other's orb, Are all celestial bodies but one globe, MEPHIST. As are the elements, such are the spheres, And long ere this I should have slain myself, Tell me, are there many heavens above the moon Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter MEPHIST. All jointly move from east to west in twenty-four hours FAUSTUS. But, tell me, have they all one motion, both situ et "Faustus, thou art damn'd!" then swords, and knives, And, Faustus, Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair. And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes Are laid before me to despatch myself; I am resolv'd; Faustus shall ne'er repent.-- And argue of divine astrology.[100] tempore? Whose terminine is term'd the world's wide pole; Poison, guns, halters, and envenom'd steel Feign'd, but are erring[101] stars. All jointly move upon one axletree,