QUOTE : ASTROLOGER. Greet reverentially this star-blest hour! Let magic loose the tyranny of Reason And Fantasy, fetched from afar, display her power, 6620 For it belongs to her, this great occasion. What all here boldly asked to see, now see it! A thing impossible—therefore believe it. [Faust mounts the proscenium from the other side.] In priestly robes, head wreathed, the wonder-working man Now confidently consummates what he began. A tripod from the depths accompanied his ascent, Incense is burning in the bowl, I smell the scent, Next comes the invocation, all’s prepared;