Compromise and Conceit

Being the lost verse from Dr. Faustus, with no credit to Marlowe…

Satan
How am I glutted with conceit of this?
Shall I make mortals fetch me what I please,
Resolve me of all infirmities,
Perform what desperate enterprise I will?
I’ll have them seek in India for it,
Ransack the Ocean for a watery gate,
And search all corners of the new found world
For obscure lore and forgotten secrets;
I’ll have them read me strange philosophy,
And tell the secrets of all foreign kings;
I’ll have them wall all Germany with tears,
And make swift Rhine circle run Vermillion;
I’ll have them fill the public schools with death,
Wherewith my students shall be bravely clad;
I’ll levy soldiers with the coin they bring,
And seek the Gates of Hell in every land,
And reign sole king of all their provinces;
Yea, stranger servants for the ancient quest,
Than crows and bats in the mortal night,
I’ll make my servile mortals to invent.
Come, German Valdes and Cornelius,
And find my ancient door to your mortal world.
Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius,

Enter Valdes and Cornelius.
Know that your words have won me at the last,
To practice magic and concealed arts:
Not for my gain only, but your own intention,
That will deceive my object and my deed,
And infiltrates my necromantic skill.

Also found in a glass case, obviously very old, and perhaps written in blood…