Go, haste thee, gentle Mephistopheles,
Follow the cardinals to the consistory,
And, as they turn their superstitious books,
Strike them with sloth and drowsy idleness,
And make them sleep so sound that in their shapes
Thyself and I may parley with this Pope,
This proud confronter of the Emperor,
And, in despite of all his holiness,
Restore this Bruno to his liberty
and bear him to the states of Germany. (3.1.112-121)
Faustus, thou shalt, then kneel down presently,
Whilst on they head I lay my hand
And charm thee with this magic wand.
First, wear this girdle; then appear
Invisible to all are here.
The planets seven, the gloomy air,
Hell, and the Furies forkèd hair,
Pluto's blue fire and Hecate's tree,
With magic spells so compass thee
That no eye may thy body see.
So, Faustus, now, for all their holiness,
Do what thou wilt; thou shalt not be discerned. (3.2.14-25)
Dick, make me a circle, and stand close at my back, and stir not for thy life. Vintner, you shall have your cup anon. Say nothing, Dick. [Chants.] 'O' per se 'O'; Demogorgon, Belcher, and Mephistopheles!
[Enter Mephistopheles] (3.3.29-32)