DR. FAUSTUS had sat all the while neither drinking
ale nor smoking tobacco, but with his hands folded, and in
silence. “I know not why it ts,” said he, “ but that story of
yours, my friend, brings to my mind a story of a man whom
L once knew—a great magician in his time, and a necro-
mancer and a chemist and an alchemist and mathematician
and a rhetorician, an astronomer, an astrologer, and a
philosopher as well.”

‘Tis a long list of excellency,” said old Bidpat.

‘"Tis not as long as was his head,” said Dr. Faustus.

“Tt would be good for us all to hear a story of such a
man,” said old Bidpat.

“Nay,” said Dr. Faustus, “the story is not altogether of
the man himself, but rather of a pupil who came to learn
wesdom of him.”

“And the name of your story is what?” said Fortun-
alus.

“Tt hath no name,” said Dr. Faustus.

“ Nay,” said St. George, “ everything must have a name.”

“It hath no name,” said Dr. Faustus. “ But I shalt
give it a name, and it shall be—

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