Our Lady of Troy
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Christopher
King Alexander!
And did he speak? Was't Greek? What said he then?
Faustus
No word. You understand my science ill
Who think I raise the dead. The dead are dead.
They lie who say that Iamblicus once wrought
Centurions of Cæsar out of air,
That battled and were stricken and could strike.
The dead are dead;—but metaphysic knows
How smoke may shine like armor and be blown
To features of dead kings. 'Tis so with all
Man knows or ever shall know to the end.
Mind shall be king, shall break in through the glass
That shows itself, itself; shall analyse
And test and know and fashion into word
The thing that Is; but no thought ever shall,
Until this siderated sphere be burst
