I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel,

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

Faustus. [stabbing His Arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, For Love Of Thee, I Cut Mine Arm, And With My Proper Blood Assure My Soul To Be Great Lucifer's, Chief Lord And Regent Of Perpetual Night!