Invisible to all are here: To censure Bruno, that is posted hence, There to salute the woful Emperor. That I may walk invisible to all, POPE. Go presently and bring a banquet forth, And do whate'er I please, unseen of any. That we may solemnize Saint Peter's feast, Drink to our late and happy victory. FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS in their own shapes. And with Lord Raymond, King of Hungary, MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt: then kneel down presently, Hell, and the Furies' forked hair, Sweet Mephistophilis, so charm me here, Whilst on thy head I lay my hand, A Sennet [127] while the banquet is brought in; and then enter And on a proud-pac'd steed, as swift as thought, That slept both Bruno and his crown away. The sleepy Cardinals are hard at hand, MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth: And charm thee with this magic wand. Pluto's blue fire, and Hecat's tree, The planets seven, the gloomy air, FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth to-day, But now, that Faustus may delight his mind, And by their folly make some merriment, First, wear this girdle; then appear Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany,