And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
The which this day is highly solemniz'd.
[Exit.]

Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.

FAUSTUS. Having now, my good Mephistophilis,
Pass'd with delight the stately town of Trier,
Environ'd round<98> with airy mountain-tops,
With walls of flint, and deep-entrenched lakes,
Not to be won by any conquering prince;
>From Paris next, coasting the realm of France,
We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine,<99>
Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines;
Then up to<100> Naples, rich Campania,
Whose buildings fair and gorgeous to the eye,
The streets straight forth, and pav'd with finest brick,
Quarter the town in four equivalents:<101>
There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb;
The way he cut, an English mile in length,
Thorough<102> a rock of stone, in one night's space;
>From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest,<103>
In one of which a sumptuous temple stands,
That threats the stars with her aspiring top,
Whose frame is pav'd with sundry-colour'd stones,
And roof'd aloft with curious work in gold.
Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time:
But tell me<104> now, what resting-place is this?
Hast thou, as erst I did command,
Conducted me within the walls of Rome?