as yet, come down to
hell in glory; a proof that these people have no distinguished heads
among them. Those are to my mind who wish to clear up every thing, who
fight with the adamantine shield of individuality, against which all
prejudices, earthly or heavenly, are shivered. Show me such a man who is
willing to become great on earth at the expense of his soul, and I will
immediately ascend.

_Satan_. Shall devils, O Leviathan, be blinded by prejudice, like the
sons of dust? I tell thee, the man after our own heart is born under
that district of heaven. He is one of those who, endued by nature with
hot and furious passions, rebel against all the old-established customs
of society. When such a spirit tears its way through these cobwebs, it
resembles a flame, which, by its own fury, speedily consumes the
materials which feed its lustre. He is one of those visionary
philosophers who strive to seize, through imagination, what is denied to
cold understanding; and who, if they are unsuccessful, laugh at all
knowledge, and make pleasure and enjoyment their gods. Away, away,
Leviathan! soon shall a fire break out in Germany which will spread
through all Europe. Already is the germ of that delusion springing up
which shall endure for centuries. What the German has once caught, he
will not easily let go.

The commanding voice of Faustus now resounded for the second time. Satan
continued:

"Thou mayst know by this call that he is no trembler. Hasten to him,
for, if thou delayest, perhaps he may doubt the strength of his charms,
and hell will lose the fruits of his temerity. Truly, the fellow is such
a genius, that I can almost overlook his origin."

The devil Leviathan angrily replied: "I swear, by the hot and foul pool
of the damned, that the rebel shall one day blaspheme, and curse this and
the hour of his birth."

He went away wrapt in a veil of smoke, and the fiends pursued him with
loud huzzas.

Faustus stood within the magic circle, while his breast swelled with
rage. For the third time he repeated the dreadful formula, in a voice
that resembled thunder. The door suddenly flew open; a thick vapour
hovered around the margin of the circle; he struck into it with his magic
rod, and cried in triumph, "Unveil thyself, thou thing of darkness!" The
vapour dispersed, and Faustus saw a tall figure concealed beneath a red
mantle.

_Faustus_. Why this tedious disguise to one who wishes to see thee?
Discover