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You think yourselves, perchance, deceived by me;

Ask the Astrologer! This man is he!

Circle round circle, hour and house, he knows.—

Then tell us, how the heavenly aspect shows.

Murmur of the Crowd

Two rascals—each to other known—

Phantast and fool—so near the throne—

The old, old song—now trite with age—

The fool still prompts—while speaks the sage.—

ASTROLOGER (speaks, MEPHISTOPHELES prompts)

The sun himself is purest gold; for pay

And favor serves the herald, Mercury;

Dame Venus hath bewitched you from above,

Early and late, she looks on you with love;

Chaste Luna's humor varies hour by hour;

Mars, though he strike not, threats you with his power,

And Jupiter is still the fairest star;

Saturn is great, small to the eye and far;

As metal him we slightly venerate,

Little in worth, though ponderous in weight.

Now when with Sol fair Luna doth unite.

Silver with gold, cheerful the world and bright!

Then easy 'tis to gain whate'er one seeks;

Parks, gardens, palaces, and rosy cheeks;

These things procures this highly learned man.

He can accomplish what none other can.