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Now is he born, his parents base of stock, In Germany, within a town call'd Rhodes: Of riper years, to Wertenberg he went, Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up. CHORUS Not marching now in fields of Thrasymene, Where Mars did mate the Carthaginians Nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of kings where state is overturn'd Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds, Intends our Muse to vaunt her heavenly verse: Only this, gentlemen,-we must perform The form of Faustus' fortunes, good or bad: To patient judgments we appeal our plaud, And speak for Faustus in his infancy.
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