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Thou know'st, within the compass of eight days No bigger than my hand in quantity; And situation of bright-splendent Rome: And grant me my [113] request, and then I go. MEPHIST. Nay, stay, my Faustus: I know you'd see the Pope, I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance, And what might please mine eye I there beheld. This day, is held through Rome and Italy, Of ever-burning Phlegethon, I swear With all things that delight the heart of man: Whilst I am here on earth, let me be cloy'd There did we view the kingdoms of the world, Come, therefore, let's away. FAUSTUS. Nay, stay, my gentle Mephistophilis, That I do long to see the [109] monuments May be admir'd thorough [112] the furthest land. The which, in state and [110] high solemnity, In honour of the Pope's triumphant victory. That Faustus' name, whilst [111] this bright frame doth stand, And thou shalt see them come immediately. So high our dragons soar'd into the air, That, looking down, the earth appear'd to me My four-and-twenty years of liberty FAUSTUS. Sweet Mephistophilis, thou pleasest me. MEPHIST. 'Tis well said, Faustus. Come, then, stand by me, We view'd the face of heaven, of earth, and hell; And take some part of holy Peter's feast,

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