“Now that the gloomy shadow of the night, Longing to view Orion’s drizzling look, Leaps from th’ antarctic world unto the sky And dims the welkin with her pitchy breath, Faustus, begin thine incantations And try if devils will obey thy hest, Seeing thou hast prayed and sacrificed to them… Figures of every adjunct to the heavens, And characters of signs and erring stars, By which the spirits are enforced to rise: Then fear not, Faustus, to be resolute And try the utmost magic can perform.”