The devils were assembled round Satan, who was consulting with his princes concerning the punishments which should be inflicted upon Pope Alexander the Sixth. His crimes, and the last moments of his life, had been unparalleled, so that even the worst devils found themselves at a loss to allot him a punishment suitable to his deserts. The Pope stood before his judges, who treated him as contemptuously as a tribunal of princes treats an accused person who has nothing else to recommend him than his being a man. All of a sudden Leviathan rushed triumphantly into the midst, held the soul of Faustus on high, and then hurled it with violence upon the table, saying: "There you have Faustus!" He was received with so loud a bellow of joy, that the damned trembled in their pools: "Welcome, Prince Leviathan! There is Faustus! There is Faustus!" _Satan_. Welcome, prince of hell. Welcome, Faustus; we have heard enough of you here. _Leviathan_. There he is, Satan; see him yourself. He has plagued me not a little, but he has been a good recruit for us, and I hope that thou art contented with my long sojourn upon earth. But I entreat thee, for many centuries to come, to send me no more on such errands; for I am quite weary of the human race. I must, however, acknowledge that this fellow did not badly support the last hour of his life, hard as it was; but that arose, I suppose, from his having applied himself in his youth to that philosophy which thou hast taught mankind. _Satan_. I thank thee, Prince Leviathan; and I promise thee that thou shalt long continue with me among the sweet vapours of this place, and scourge the shades of the great princes of the earth for thy pastime. Hem! a fine fellow, and seems to have had quite enough of men and things. Despair, audacity, hate, rancour, agony, and pride, have torn deep furrows in his soul. He looks even at us and hell without trembling. Faustus, art thou become dumb of a sudden? _Faustus_. Not from fear, I assure thee. I have been bold to one much mightier than thyself, and therefore am I here. _Satan_. Hey! carry the saucy hound to the pool of the damned; and after being soused therein, let him be well scourged by a legion of my most active pages, in order that he may become a little acquainted with the rules of these regions. A devil dragged Faustus to the pool; the legion swarmed after him. _Leviathan_ (_perceiving the Pope_). Ah! welcome, Pope Alexander. I hope you no longer feel any desire to make a Ganymede of the Devil. _Pope_ (_sighing_). No, alas! _Satan_. Ha, ha, ha! This is now a good specimen of the men who at present ravage the earth; but let them once get to the new world, and they will make it a theatre of crimes which will put the old one to shame. _Pope_. Would that I could be there too! _Satan_. A wish truly worthy of a pope; but console thyself,--thy countrymen will murder millions of men for their gold. _Pope_. What will men not do for gold?