The Tragicall History of D. Faustus (A text)
The Tragicall History of D. Faustus (A text)
- Good Angel
- Evil Angel
- First Scholar
- Second Scholar
- Robin, a Clown
- The Pope
- The Cardinal of Lorraine
- Ralph, a clown
- a Vintner
- The Emperor
- a Knight
- his Paramour
- a Horse-corser
- The Duke of Vanholt
- Third Scholar
- Helen (of Greece)
- an Old Man
The Tragicall History of D. Faustus (1604)
Not marching now in fields of Thracimene,
Not marching now in fields of Thracimene,
Where Mars did mate the Carthaginians,
Nor sporting in the dalliance of loue,
In courts of Kings where state is ouerturnd,
Nor in the pompe of prowd audacious deedes,
Intends our Muse to daunt his heauenly verse:
Onely this (Gentlemen) we must performe,
The forme of Faustus fortunes good or bad.
To patient Iudgements we appeale our plaude,
And speake for Faustus in his infancie:
Now is he borne, his parents base of stocke,
In Germany, within a towne calld Rhodes:
Of riper yeeres to Wertenberg he went,
Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him vp,
So soone tree profites in Diuinitie,
The fruitfull plot of Scholerisme grac't,
That shortly he was grac't with Doctors name,
Excelling all, whose sweete delight disputes
In heauenly matters of Theologie,
Till swolne with cunning of a selfe conceit,
His waxen wings did mount aboue his reach,
And melting heauens conspirde his ouerthrow.
For falling to a diuelish exercise,
And glutted more with learnings golden gifts,
He surffets vpon cursed Negromancy,
Nothing so sweete as magicke is to him
Which he preferres before his chiefest blisse,
And this the man that in his study sits. Exit.
Enter Faustus in his Study.
Settle thy studies Faustus, and beginne
To sound the deapth of that thou wilt professe:
Hauing commencde, be a Diuine in shew,
Yet leuell at the end of euery Art,
And liue and die in Aristotles workes:
Sweete Anulatikes tis thou hast rauisht me,
Bene disserere est finis logicis,
Is, to dispute well, Logickes chiefest end
Affoords this Art no greater myracle:
Then reade no more, thou hast attaind the end:
A greater subiect fitteth Faustus wit,
Bid Oncaymaeon farewell, Galen come:
Seeing, vbi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus.
Be a physition Faustus, heape vp golde,
And be eternizde for some wondrous cure,
Summum bonum medicinae sanitas,
The end of physicke is our bodies health:
Why Faustus, hast thou not attaind that end?
Is not thy common talke sound Aphorismes?
Are not thy billes hung vp as monuments,
whereby whole Citties haue escapt the plague,
And thousand desprate maladies beene easde,
Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man
wouldst thou make man to liue eternally?
Or being dead, raise them to life againe?
Then this profession were to be esteemd.
Physicke farewell, where is Iustinian?
Si vna eademq'3 res legatus duobus,
Alter rem alter valorem rei, &c.
A pretty case of paltry legacies:
Ex haereditari filium non potest pater nisi:
Such is the subiect of the institute
And vniuersall body of the Church:
His study fittes a mercenary drudge,
who aimes at nothing but externall trash,
The deuill and illiberall for me :
when all is done, Diuinitie is best.
Ieromes Bible, Faustus, view it well.
Stipendium peccati mors est: ha, Stipendium, &c.
The reward of sinne is death: thats hard.
Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, & nulla est in nobis veritas.
If we say that we haue no sinne,
We deceiue our selues, and theres no truth in vs.
Why then belike we must sinne,
And so consequently die.
I, we must die an euerlasting death:
What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,
What wil be, shall be? Diuinitie, adieu,
These Metaphisickes of Magicians,
And Negromantike bookes are heauenly
Lines, circles, sceanes, letters and characters:
I, these are those that Faustus most desires.
O what a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honor, of omnipotence
Is promised to the studious Artizan?
All things that mooue betweene the quiet poles
Shalbe at my commaund, Emperours and Kings,
Are but obeyd in their seuerall prouinces:
Nor can they raise the winde, or rend the cloudes:
But his dominion that exceedes in this,
Stretcheth as farre as doth the minde of man.
A sound Magician is a mighty god:
Heere Faustus trie thy braines to gaine a deitie.
Wagner, commend me to my deerest friends,
The Germaine Valdes, and Cornelius,
Request them earnestly to visite me.
I wil sir. exit.
Their conference will be a greater help to me,
Thn all my labours, plodde I nere so fast.
Enter the good Angell and the euill Angell.
O Faustus, lay that damned booke aside,
And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soule,
And heape Gods heauy wrath vpon thy head,
Reade, reade the scriptures, that is blasphemy.
Go forward Faustus in that famous art,
Wherein all natures treasury is containd:
Be thou on earth as Ioue is in the skie,
Lord and commaunder of these Elements. Exeunt.
How am I glutted with conceit of this?
Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please,
Resolue me of all ambiguities,
Performe what desperate enterprise I will?
Ile haue them flye to India for gold,
Ransacke the Ocean for orient pearle,
And search all corners of the new found world
For pleasant fruites and princely delicates:
Ile haue them reade mee straunge philosophie,
And tell the secrets of all forraine kings,
Ile haue them wall all Iermany with brasse,
And make swift Rhine circle faire Wertenberge
Ile haue them fill the publike schooles with skill.
Wherewith the students shalbe brauely clad:
Ile leuy souldiers with the coyne they bring,
And chase the Prince of Parma from our land,
And raigne sole king of all our prouinces:
Yea stranger engines for the brunt of warre,
Then was the fiery keele at Antwarpes bridge,
Ile make my seruile spirits to inuent:
Come Germaine Valdes and Cornelius,
And make me blest with your sage conference,
Valdes,sweete Valdes, and Cornelius,
Enter Valdes and Cornelius.
Know that your words haue woon me at the last,
To practice Magicke and concealed arts:
Yet not your words onely, but mine owne fantasie,
That will receiue no object for my head,
But ruminates on Negromantique skill,
Philosophy is odious and obscure,
Both Law and Phisicke are for pettie wits,
Diuinitie is basest of the three,
Vnpleasant, harsh, contemptible and vilde,
Tis Magicke, Magicke that hath rauisht mee,
Then gentle friends ayde me in this attempt,
And I that haue with Consissylogismes
Graueld the Pastors of the Germaine Church,
And made the flowring pride of Wertenberge
Swarme to my Problemes as the infernall spirits
On sweet Musoeus when he came to hell,
Will be as cunning as Agrippa was,
Whose shadowes made all Europe honor him.
Faustus, these bookes thy wit and our experience
Shall make all nations to canonize vs,
As Indian Moores obey their Spanish Lords,
So shall the subiects of euery element
Be alwaies seruiceable to vs three,
Like Lyons shall they guard vs when we please,
Like Almaine Rutters with their horsemens staues,
Or Lapland Gyants trotting by our sides,
Sometimes like women, or vnwedded maides,
Shadowing more beautie in their ayrie browes,
Then in their white breasts of the queene of Loue:
For Venice shall they dregge huge Argoces,
And from America the golden fleece,
That yearely stuffes olde Philips treasury
If learned Faustus will be resolute.
Valdes as resolute am I in this
As thou to liue, therefore obiect it not.
The myracles that Magicke will performe,
Will make thee vow to studie nothing else,
He that is grounded in Astrologie,
Inricht with tongues well seene minerals,
Hath all the principles Magicke doth require,
Then doubt not (Faustus) but to be renowmd,
And more frequented for this mystery,
Then heretofore the Dolphian Oracle.
The spirits tell me they can drie the sea,
And fetch the treasure of all forraine wrackes,
I, all the wealth that our forefathers hid
Within the massie entrailes of the earth.
Then tell me Faustus, what shal we three want?
Nothing Cornelius, O this cheares my soule,
Come shewe me some demonstrations magicall,
That I may conjure in some lustie groue,
And haue these ioyes in full possession.
Then haste thee to some solitary groue,
And beare wise Bacons and Albanus workes,
The Hebrew Psalter, and new Testament,
And whatsoeuer else is requisit
Wee will enforme thee ere our conference cease.
Valdes, first let him know the words of art,
And then all other ceremonies learnd,
Faustus may trie his cunning by himselfe.
First Ile instruct thee in the rudiments,
And then wilt thou be perfecter then I.
Then come and dyne with me, and after meate
We'le canuas euery quidditie thereof:
For ere I sleepe Ile trie what I can do,
This night I'le coniure though I die therefore.
Enter two Schollers.
I wonder whats become of Faustus, that was
wont to make our schooles ring with, sic probo.
That shall we know, for see here comes his boy.
How now sirra, wheres thy maister?
God in heauen knowes.
Why, dost not thou know?
Yes I know, but that followes not.
Go toosirra, leaue your ieasting, and tell vs where
That follows not necessary by force of argument,
that you being licentiate should stand vpon't, therefore ac-
knowledge your error, and be attentiue.
Why, didst thou not say thou knewst?
Haue you any witnesse on't?
Yes sirra, I heard you.
Aske my fellow if I be a thiefe.
Well, you will not tell vs.
Yes sir, I will tell you, yet if you were not dunces
you would neuer aske me such a question, for is not he cor-
pus naturale, and is not that mobile, then wherefore should
you aske me such a question: but that I am by nature fleg-
maticke, slowe to wrath, and prone to leachery, (to loue I
would say) it were not for you to come within fortie foote of
the place of execution, although I do not doubt to see you
both hang'd the next Sessions. Thus hauing triumpht ouer
you, I will set my countnance like a precisian, and begin to
speake thus: truly my deare brethren, my maister is within
at dinner with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine if it could
speake, it would enforme your worships, and so the Lord
blesse you, preserue you, and keepe you my deare brethren,
my deare brethren.
Naythen I feare he is falne into that damned art, for
which they two are infamous through the world.
Were he a stranger, and not alied to me, yet should
I grieue for him: but come let vs go and informe the Rector,
and see if hee by his graue counsaile can reclaime him.
O but I feare me nothing can reclaime him.
Yet let vs trie what we can do.
Enter Faustus to coniure.
Now that the gloomy shadow of the earth,
Longing to view Orions drisling looke,
Leapes from th'antartike world vnto the skie,
And dimmes the welkin with her pitchy breath:
Faustus, begin thine incantations,
And trie if diuels will obey thy hest,
Seeing thou hast prayde and sacrific'd to them.
Within this circle is Iehouahs name,
Forward and backward, and Agramathist,
The breuiated names of holy Saints,
Figures of euery adiunct to the heauens,
And characters of signes and erring starres.
By which the spirits are inforst to rise,
Then feare not Faustus, but be resolute,
And trie the vttermost Magicke can performe.
Sint mihi dei acherontis propitij, valeat numen triplex Iehouae, ignei,
aerij, Aquatani spiritus saluete, Orientis princeps Belsibub, inferni
ardentis monarcha & demigorgon, propitiamus vos, vt apariat &
surgat Mephastophilis, quòd tumeraris, per Iehouam gehennam &
consecratam aquam quam nunc spargo, signúmque crusis quod nunc
facio, & per vota nostra ipse nunc surgat nobis dicaetis Mephasto-
Enter a Diuell.
I charge thee to returne and chaunge thy shape,
Thou art too vgly to attend on me,
Goe and returne an old Franciscan Frier,
That holy shape becomes a diuell best. Exit diuell.
I see theres vertue in my heauenly words,
Who would not be proficient in this art?
How pliant is this Mephastophilis?
Full of obedience and humilitie,
Such is the force of Magicke and my spels,
No Faustus, thou art Coniurer laureate
That canst commaund great Mephastophilis,
Quin regis Mephastophilis fratris imagine.
Now Faustus, what wouldst thou haue me do?
I charge thee wait vpon me whilst I liue,
To do what euer Faustus shall commaund,
Be it to make the Moone drop from her spheare,
Or the Ocean to ouerwhelme the world.
I am a seruant to great Lucifer,
And may not follow thee without his leaue,
No more then he commaunds must we performe.
Did not he charge thee to appeare to mee?
No, I came now hither of mine owne accord.
Did not my coniuring speeches raise thee? speake.
That was the cause, but yet per accident,
For when we heare one racke the name of God,
Abiure the scriptures, and his Sauiour Christ,
Wee flye, in hope to get his glorious soule,
Nor will we come vnlesse he vse such meanes
Whereby he is in danger to be damnd:
Therefore the shortest cut for coniuring
Is stoutly to abjure the Trinitie,
And pray deuoutly to the prince of hell.
So Faustus hath already done, & holds this principle
There is no chiefe but onely Belsibub,
To whom Faustus doth dedicate himselfe,
This word damnation terrifies not him,
For he confounds hell in Elizium,
His ghost be with the olde Philosophers,
But leauing these vaine trifles of mens soules,
Tell me what is that Lucifer thy Lord?
Arch-regent and commaunder of all spirits.
Was not that Lucifer an Angell once?
Yes Faustus, and most dearely lou'd of God.
How comes it then that he is prince of diuels?
O by aspiring pride and insolence,
For which God threw him from the face of heauen.
and what are you that liue with Lucifer?
Vnhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer,
Conspir'd against our God with Lucifer,
And are for euer damnd with Lucifer.
VVhere are you damn'd?
How comes it then that thou art out of hel?
Why this is hel, nor am I out of it:
Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal ioyes of heauen,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hels,
In being depriv'd of euerlasting blisse:
O Faustus, leaue these friuolous demaunds,
which strike a terror to my fainting soule.
What, is great Mephastophilis so passionate,
For being deprivd of the ioyes of heauen?
Learne thou of Faustus manly fortitude,
And scorne those ioyes thou neuer shalt possesse.
Go beare those tidings to great Lucifer,
Seeing Faustus hath incurrd eternall death,
By desprate thoughts against Ioues deitie:
Say, he surrenders vp to him his soule,
So he will spare him 24. yeeres,
Letting him liue in al voluptuousnesse,
Hauing thee euer to attend on me,
To giue me whatsoeuer I shal aske,
To tel me whatsoeuer I demaund,
To slay mine enemies, and ayde my friends,
And alwayes be obedient to my wil:
Goe and returne to mighty Lucifer,
And meete mee in my study at midnight,
And then resolue me of thy maisters minde.
I will Faustus.
Had I as many soules as there be starres,
Ide giue them al for Mephastophilis:
By him Ile be great Emprour of the world,
And make a bridge through the moouing ayre,
To passe the Ocean with a band of men,
Ile ioyne the hils that binde the Affricke shore,
And make that land continent to Spaine,
And both contributory to my crowne:
The Emprour shal not liue but by my leaue,
Nor any Potentate of Germany:
Now that I haue obtaind what I desire,
Ile liue in speculation of this Art,
Til Mephastophilis returne againe. exit.
Enter Faustus in his Study.
Sweet Faustus, leaue that execrable art.
Contrition, prayer, repentance: what of them?
O they are meanes to bring thee vnto hea-
Rather illusions fruites of lunacy,
That makes men foolish that do trust them most.
Sweet Faustus thinke of heauen, and hea-
No Faustus, thinke of honor and wealth.
Why the signory of Emden shalbe mine,
when Mephastophilus shal stand by me,
What God can hurt thee Faustus? thou art safe,
Cast no more doubts, come Mephastophilas,
And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer:
Ist not midnight? come Mephastophilas,
Veni veni Mephastophile
Now tel, what sayes Lucifer thy Lord?
I shal waite on Faustus whilst I liue,
So he wil buy my seruice with his soule.
Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee.
But Faustus, thou must bequeathe it solemnely,
And write a deede of gift with thine owne blood,
For that security craues great Lucifer:
If thou deny it, I wil backe to fuel.
Stay Mephastophilus, and tel me, what good wil
my soule do thy Lord?
Inlarge his kingdome.
Is that the reason he tempts vs thus?
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
Haue you any paine that tortures others?
As great as haue the humane soules of men:
But tel me Faustus, shal I haue thy soule,
And I wil be thy slaue, and waite on thee,
And giue thee more than thou hast wit to aske.
I Mephastophilus, I giue it thee.
Then , Faustus, stabbe thine arme couragiously,
And binde thy soule, that at some certaine day
Great Lucifer may claime it as his owne,
And then be thou as great as Lucifer.
Loe Mephastophilus, for loue of thee,
I cut mine arme, and with my proper blood
Assure my soule to he great Lucifers,
Chiefe Lord and regent of perpetual night,
View heere the blood that trickles from mine arme,
And let it be propitious for my wish.
But Faustus, thou must write it in manner of a
deede of gift.
I so I will, but Mephastophilis my bloud conieales
and I can write no more.
Ile fetch thee fier to dissolue it straight.Exit.
What might the staying of my bloud portend?
Is it vnwilling I should write this bill?
Why streames it not, that I may write afresh?
Faustus giues to thee his soule: ah there it stayde,
Why shouldst thou not? is not thy soule thine owne?
Then write againe, Faustus giues to thee his soule.
Enter Mephastophilis with a chafer of coles.
Heres fier, come Faustus, set it on.
So now the bloud begins to cleare againe,
Now will I make an ende immediately.
O what will not I do to obtaine his soule?
Consummatum est, this Bill is ended,
And Faustus hath bequeath'd his soule to Lucifer.
But what is this inscription on mine arme?
Homo fuge, whither should I flie?
If vnto God hee'le throwe thee downe to hell,
My sences are deceiu'd, here's nothing writ,
I see it plaine, here in this place is writ,
Homo fuge, yet shall not Faustus flye.
Ile fetch him somewhat to delight his minde.
Enter with diuels, giuing crownes and rich apparell to
Faustus, and daunce, and then depart.
Speake Mephastophilis, what meanes this shewe?
Nothing Faustus, but to delight thy minde withall,
And to shewe thee what Magicke can performe.
But may I raise vp spirits when I please?
I Faustus, and do greater things then these.
Then theres inough for a thousand soules,
Here Mephastophilis receiue this scrowle,
A deede of gift of body and of soule:
But yet conditionally, that thou performe
All articles prescrib'd betweene vs both.
Faustus, I sweare by hel and Lucifer
To effect all promises betweene vs made.
Then heare me reade them: on these conditions fol-
First, that Faustus may be a spirit in forme and substance.
Secondly, that Mephastophilis shall be his seruant, and at
Thirdly, that Mephastophilis shall do for him, and bring
Fourthly, that hee shall be in his chamber or house in-
Lastly, that hee shall appeare to the said Iohn Faustus at all
times, in what forme or shape soeuer he please.
Iohn Faustus of Wertenberge, Doctor, by these presents, do
giue both body and soule to Lucifer prince of the East, and his
minister Mephastophilis, and furthermore graunt vnto them
that 24. yeares being expired,the articles abouei written in-
uiolate, full power to fetch or carry the said Iohn Faustus body
and soule, flesh, bloud, or goods, into their habitation where-
By me Iohn Faustus.'
Speake Faustus, do you deliuer this as your deede?
I, take it, and the diuell giue thee good on't.
Now Faustus aske what thou wilt.
First will I question with thee about hell,
Tel me, where is the place that men call hell?
Vnder the heauens.
I, but where about?
Within the bowels of these elements,
Where we are tortur'd and remaine for euer,
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd
In one selfe place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is, must we euer be:
And to conclude, when all the world dissolues,
And euery creature shalbe purified,
All places shall be hell that is not heauen.
Come, I thinke hell's a fable.
I, thinke so still, till experience change thy minde.
Why? thinkst thou then that Faustus shall bee
I of necessitie, for here's the scrowle,
Wherein thou hast giuen thy soule to Lucifer.
I, and body too, but what of that?
Thinkst thou that Faustus is so fond,
To imagine, that after this life there is any paine?
Tush these are trifles and meere olde wiues tales.
But Fautus I am an instance to proue the contrary
For I am damnd, and am now in hell.
How? now in hell? nay and this be hell, Ile wil-
lingly be damnd here: what walking, disputing, \amp;c. But
leauing off this, let me haue a wife, the fairest maid in Ger-
many, for I am wanton and lasciuious, and can not liue
without a wife.
How, a wife? I prithee Faustus talke not of a wife.
Nay sweete Mephastophilis fetch me one, for I will
VVell thou wilt haue one, sit there till I come, Ile
fetch thee a wife in the diuels name.
Enter with a diuell drest like a woman,
with fier workes.
Tel Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife?
A plague on her for a hote whore.
Tut Faustus, marriage is but a ceremoniall toy, if
thou louest me, thinke more of it.
Ile cull thee out the fairest curtezans,
And bring them eu'ry morning to thy bed,
She whome thine eie shall like, thy heart shal haue,
Be she as chaste as was Penelope,
As wise as Saba, or as beautiful
As was bright Lucifer before his fall.
Hold, take this booke, peruse it thorowly,
The iterating of these lines brings golde,
The framing of this circle on the ground,
Brings whirlewindes, tempests, thunder and lightning.
Pronounce this thrice deuoutly to thy selfe,
And men in armour shal appeare to thee,
Ready to execute what thou desirst.
Thankes Mephastophilus, yet faine would I haue
a booke wherein I might beholde al spels and incantations,
that I might raise vp spirits when I please.
Here they are in this booke. There turne to them
Now would I haue a booke where I might see al
characters and planets of the heauens, that I might knowe
their motions and dispositions.
Heere they are too. Turne to them
Nay let me haue one booke more, and then I haue
done, wherein I might see al plants, hearbes and trees that
grow vpon the earth.
Here they be.
O thou art deceiued.
Tut I warrant thee. Turne to them.
When I behold the heauens, then I repent
And curse thee wicked Mephastophilus,
Because thou hast depriu'd me of those ioyes.
Thinkst thou heauen is such a glorious thing?
I tel thee tis not halfe so faire as thou,
Or any man that breathes on earth.
How proouest thou that?
It was made for man, therefore is man more excel-
If it were made for man, twas made for me:
I wil renounce this magicke, and repent.
Enter good Angel, and euill Angel.
Faustus, repent yet, God wil pitty thee.
Thou art a spirite, God cannot pitty thee
who buzzeth in mine eares I am a spirite?
Be I a diuel, yet God may pitty me,
I God wil pitty me, if I repent.
I but Faustus neuer shal repent. exeunt
My hearts so hardned I cannot repent,
Scarce can I name saluation, faith, or heauen,
But feareful ecchoes thu nders in mine eares,
Faustus, thou art damn'd, then swordes and kniues,
Poyson, gunnes, halters, and invenomd steele
Are layde before me to dispatch my selfe,
And long ere this I should haue slaine my selfe,
Had not sweete pleasure conquerd deepe dispaire.
Haue not I made blinde Homer sing to me,
Of Alexanders loue, and Enons death,
And hath not he that built the walles of Thebes,
With rauishing sound of his melodious harp
Made musicke with my Mephastophilis,
Why should I dye then, or basely dispaire?
I am resolu'd Faustus shal nere repent,
Come Mephastophilis, let vs dispute againe,
And argue of diuine Astrologie,
Tel me, are there many heauens aboue the Moone?
Are all celestiall bodies but one globe,
As is the substance of this centricke earth?
As are the elements, such are the spheares,
Mutually folded in each others orbe,
And Faustus all jointly moue vpon one axletree,
Whose terminine is tearmd the worlds wide pole,
Nor are the names of Saturne, Mars, or Iupiter
Faind, but are erring starres.
But tell me, haue they all one motion? both situ \amp;
All ioyntly moue from East to West in 24. houres
vpon the poles of the world, but differ in their motion vpon
the poles of the Zodiake.
Tush, these slender trifles Wagner can decide,
Hath Mephastophilus no greater skill?
VVho knowes not the double motion of the plannets?
The first is finisht in a naturall day,
The second thus, as Saturne in 30. yeares, Iupiter in 12.
Mars in 4. the Sunne, Venus, and Mercury in a yeare: the
Moone in 28. dayes. Tush these are fresh mens suppositions,
but tell me, hath euery spheare a dominion or Intelligentij?
How many heauens or spheares are there?
Nine, the seuen planets, the firmament, and the im-
VVell, resolue me in this question, why haue wee
not conjunctions, oppositions, aspects, eclipsis, all at one
time, but in some yeares we haue more, in some lesse?
Per inaequalem motum respectu totius.
Well, I am answered, tell me who made the world?
I will not.
Sweete Mephastophilus tell me.
Moue me not, for I will not tell thee.
Villaine, haue I not bound thee to tel me any thing?
I, that is not against our kingdome, but this is,
Thinke thou on hell Faustus, for thou art damnd.
Thinke Faustus vpon God that made the world.
Remember this. Exit.
I, goe accursed spirit to vgly hell,
Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus soule:
Ist not too late?
Enter good Angell and euill .
Never too late, if Faustus can repent.
If thou repent diuels shall teare thee in peeces.
Repent, \amp; they shal neuer race thy skin. Exeunt.
Ah Christ my Sauiour, Seeke to saue distressed Fau-
Enter Lucifer, Belsabub, and Mephastophilus.
Christ cannot saue thy soule, for he is iust,
Theres none but I haue intrest in the same.
O who art thou that lookst so terrible?
I am Lucifer, and this is my companion Prince in
O Faustus, they are come to fetch away thy soule.
we come to tell thee thou dost iniure vs,
Thou talkst of Christ, contrary to thy promise
Thou shouldst not thinke of God, thinke of the deuil,
And of his dame too.
Nor will I henceforth: pardon me in this,
And Faustus vowes neuer to looke to heauen,
Neuer to name God, or to pray to him,
To burne his Scriptures, slay his Ministers,
And make my spirites pull his churches downe.
Do so, and we will highly gratifie thee:
Faustus, we are come from hel to shew thee some pastime:
sit downe, and thou shalt see al the seauen deadly sinnes ap-
peare in their proper shapes.
That sight will be as pleasing vnto me, as paradise
was to Adam, the first day of his creation.
Talke not of paradise, nor creation, but marke this
shew, talke of the diuel, and nothing else: come away.
Enter the seauen deadly sinnes.
Now Faustus, examine them of their seueral names and
What art thou? the first.?
I am Pride, I disdaine to haue any parents, I am
like to Ouids flea, I can creepe into euery corner of a wench,
some times like a periwig, I sit vpon her brow, or like a fan
of feathers, I kisse her lippes, indeede I doe, what doe I not?
but fie, what a scent is here? Ile not speake an other worde,
except the ground were perfumde and couered with cloth of
What art thou? the second.
I am Couetousnes, begotten of an olde churle, in
an olde leatherne bag: and might I haue my wish, I would
desire, that this house, and all the people in it were turnd to
golde, that I might locke you vppe in my good chest, O my
What art thou? the third .
I am Wrath, I had neither father nor mother, I
leapt out of a lions mouth, when I was scarce half an houre
olde, and euer since I haue runne vp and downe the worlde,
with this case of rapiers wounding my selfe, when I had no
body to fight withal: I was borne in hel, and looke to it, for
some of you shalbe my father.
what art thou? the fourth.
I am Enuy begotten of a Chimney-sweeper, and
an Oyster wife, I cannot reade, and therefore wish al bookes
were burnt: I am leane with seeing others eate, O that
there would come a famine through all the worlde, that all
might die, and I liue alone, then thou shouldst see how fatt I
would be: but must thou sit and I stand? come downe with
Away enuious rascall: what art thou? the fift.
who I sir, I am Gluttony, my parents are al dead,
and the diuel a peny they haue left me, but a bare pension,
and that is 30. meales a day, and tenne beauers, a small
triflle to suffice nature, O I come of a royall parentage, my
grandfather was a gammon of bacon, my grandmother a
hogs head of Claret-wine:My godfathers were these, Pe-
terPickle-herring,and Martin Martlemas-biefe, O but
my godmother she was a iolly gentlewoman,and welbelo-
ued in euery good towne and Citie, her name was mistresse
Margery March-beere: now Faustus, thou hast heard all my
Progeny, wilt thou bid me to supper?
No, Ile see thee hanged, thou wilt eate vp all my
Then the diuell choake thee.
Choake thy selfe glutton: what art thou? the sixt.
I am sloath I was begotten on a sunny banke,
where I haue laine euer since, and you haue done me great
injury to bring me from thence, let me be carried thither a-
gaine by Gluttony and Leachery, Ile not speake an other
word for a Kings raunsome.
What are you mistresse minkes? the seauenth
Who I sir? I am one that loues an inch of raw
Mutton betterthen an ell of fride stock-fish, and the first
letter of my name beginnes with leachery.
Away, to hel, to hel. exeunt the sinnes.
Now Faustus, how dost thou like this?
O this feedes my soule.
Tut Faustus, in hel is al manner of delight.
O might I see hel, and returne againe, how happy
were I then?
Thou shalt, I wil send for thee at midnight, in mean
time take this booke, peruse it throwly, and thou shalt turne
thy selfe into what shape thou wilt.
Great thankes mighty Lucifer, this wil I keepe as
chary as my life.
Farewel Faustus, and thinke on the diuel.
Farewel great Lucifer, come Mephastophilis.
enter Wagner solus.
To know the secrets of Astronomy,
Grauen in the booke of Ioues hie firmament,
Did mount himselfe to scale Olympus top,
Being seated in a chariot burning bright,
Drawne by the strength of yoky dragons neckes,
He now is gone to prooue Cosmography,
And as I guesse, wil first ariue at Rome,
To see the Pope, and manner of his court,
And take some part of holy Peters feast,
That to this day is highly solemnizd. exit Wagner
Enter Faustus and Mephastophilus.
Hauing now, my good Mephastophilus,
Past with delight the stately towne of Trier,
Inuirond round with ayrie mountaine tops,
With walles of flint, and deepe intrenched lakes,
Not to be wonne by any conquering prince,
Prom Paris next coasting the Realme of France,
Wee sawe the riuer Maine fall into Rhine,
VVhose bankes are set with groues of fruitful vines.
Then vp to Naples, rich Campania,
Whose buildings faire and gorgeous to the eye,
The streetes straight forth, and pau'd with finest bricke,
Quarters the towne in foure equiuolence.
There sawe we learned Maroes golden tombe,
The way he cut an English mile in length,
Thorough a rocke of stone in one nights space.
From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest,
In midst of which a sumptuous Temple stands,
That threats the starres with her aspiring toppe.
Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time,
But tell me now, what resting place is this?
Hast thou as erst I did commaund,
Conducted me within the walles of Rome?
Faustus I haue, and because we wil not be vnpro-
uided, I haue taken vp his holinesse priuy chamber for
I hope his holinesse will bid vs welcome.
Tut, tis no matter man, weele be bold with his good cheare,
And now my Faustus, that thou maist perceiue
What Rome containeth to delight thee with,
Know that this Citie stands vpon seuen hilles
That vnderprops the groundworke of the same,
Ouer the which foure stately bridges leane,
That makes safe passage to each part of Rome.
Vpon the bridge call'd Ponto Angelo,
Erected is a Castle passing strong,
Within whose walles such store of ordonance are,
And double Canons, fram'd of carued brasse,
As match the dayes within one compleate yeare,
Besides the gates and high piramides,
Which Iulius Caesar brought from Affrica.
Now by the kingdomes of infernall rule,
Of Styx, Acheron, and the fiery lake
of euer-burning Phlegiton I sweare,
That I do long to see the monuments
And scituation of bright splendant Rome,
Come therefore lets away.
Nay Faustus stay, I know youd faine see the Pope,
And take some part of holy Peters feast,
Where thou shalt see a troupe of bald-pate Friers,
Whose summum bonum is in belly-cheare.
Well, I am content, to compasse then some sport,
And by their folly make vs merriment.
Then charme me that I may be inuisible, to do what I
please vnseene of any whilst I stay in Rome.
So Faustus, now do what thou wilt, thou shalt not
Sound a Sonnet, enter the Pope and the Cardinall of Lorraine
to the banket, with Friers attending.
My Lord of Lorraine, wilt please you draw neare.
Fall too, and the diuel choake you and you spare.
How now, whose that which spake? Friers looke
Heere's no body if it like your Holynesse.
My Lord, here is a daintie dish was sent me from
the Bishop of Millaine.
I thanke you sir. Snatch it.
How now, whose that which snatcht the meate
from me? will no man looke?
My Lord, this dish was sent me from the Cardinall of Flo-
You say true, Ile hate.
What againe? my Lord Ile drink to your grace
Ile pledge your grace.
My Lord, it may be some ghost newly crept out of
Purgatory come to begge a pardon of your holinesse.
It may be so, Friers prepare a dirge to lay the fury
of this ghost, once againe my Lord fall too.
The Pope crosseth himselfe.
What, are you crossing of your selfe?
VVell vse that tricke no more, I would aduise you.
VVell, theres the second time, aware the third,
I giue you faire warning.
The Pope Crosse againe, and Faustus hits him a boxe of the eare,
and they all runne away.
Come on Mephastophilis, what shall we do?
Nay I know not, we shalbe curst with bell, booke,
How? bell, booke, and candle, candle, booke, and bell,
Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell.
Anon you shal heare a hogge grunt, a calfe bleate, and an
asse braye, because it is S. Peters holy day.
Enter all the Friers to sing the Dirge.
Come brethren, lets about our businesse with good
Cursed be hee that stole away his holinesse meate
from the table. maledicat dominus.
Cursed be hee that strooke his holinesse a blowe on the face.
Cursed be he that tooke Frier Sandelo a blow on the pate.
Cursed be he that disturbeth our holy Dirge.
Cursed be he that tooke away his holinesse wine.
Et omnes sancti Amen.
Faustus and Mephistophilis Beate the Friers, and fling fier-workes among
them, and so Exeunt.
VVhen Faustus had with pleasure tane the view
Of rarest things, and royal courts of kings,
Hee stayde his course, and so returned home,
Where such as beare his absence, but with griefe,
I meane his friends and nearest companions,
Did gratulate his safetie with kinde words,
And in their conference of what befell,
Touching his iourney through the world and ayre,
They put forth questions of Astrologie,
VVhich Faustus answerd with such learned skill,
As they admirde and wondred at his wit.
Now is his fame spread forth in every land,
Amongst the rest the Emperour is one,
Carolus the fift, at whose pallace now
Faustus is feasted mongst his noblemen.
VVhat there he did in triall of his art,
I leaue vntold, your eyes shall see performd
Enter Robin the Ostler with a booke in his hand.
O this is admirable! here I ha stolne one of doctor
Faustus coniuring books, and ifaith I meane to search some
circles for my owne vse: now wil I make al the maidens in
our parish dance at my pleasure starke naked before me, and
so by that meanes I shal see more then ere I felt, or saw yet.
Enter Rafe calling Robin
Robin, prethee come away, theres a Gentleman
tarries to haue his horse, and he would haue his things rubd
and made cleane: he keepes such a chafing with my mistris
about it, and she has sent me to looke thee out, prethee come
Keepe out, keep out, or else you are blowne vp, you
are dismembred Rafe, keepe out, for I am about a roaring
peece of worke.
Come, what doest thou with that same booke thou
canst not reade?
Yes, my maister and mistris shal finde that I can
reade, he for his forehead, she for her priuate study, shee's
borne to beare with me, or else my Art failes.
Why Robin what booke is that?
What booke? why the most intollerable booke for
coniuring that ere was inuented by any brimstone diuel.
Canst thou coniure with it?
I can do al these things easily with it: first, I can
make thee druncke with ipocrase at any taberne in Europe
for nothing thats one of my coniuring workes.
Our maister Parson sayes thats nothing.
True Rafe, and more Rafe, if thou hast any mind
to Nan Spit our kitchin maide, then turne her and wind hir
to thy owne use, as often as thou wilt, and at midnight.
O braue Robin, shal I haue Nan Spit, and to mine
Owne vse? On that condition Ile feede thy diuel with horse-
bread as long as he liues, of free cost.
No more sweete Rafe, letts goe and make cleane
our bootes which lie foule vpon our handes, and then to our
coniuring in the diuels name. exeunt.
Enter Robin and Rafe with a silver Goblet.
Come Rafe, did not I tell thee, we were for euer
made by this doctor Faustus booke? ecce signum
, heeres a sim-
ple purchase for horse-keepers, our horses shal eate no hay as
long as this lasts. enter the Vintner.
But Robin, here comes the vintner.
Hush, Ile gul him supernaturally: Drawer, I
hope al is payd, God be with you, come Rafe.
Soft sir, a word with you, I must yet haue a gob-
let payde from you ere you goe.
I a goblet Rafe, I a goblet? I scorne you: and you
are but a &c. I a goblet? search me.
I meane so sir with your fauor.
How say you now?
I must say somewhat to your felow, you sir.
Me sir, me sir, search your fill: now sir, you may be
ashamed to burden honest men with a matter of truth.
Wel, tone of you hath this goblet about you.
You lie Drawer, tis afore me: sirra you, Ile teach ye
to impeachhonest men: stand by, Ile scowre you for a goblet,
stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of Belza-
bub: Aside to Ralph. Looke to the goblet Rafe.
what meane you sirra?
Ile tel you what I meane. He readesfrom a book.
Sanctobulorum Periphrasticon: : nay Ile tickle you vintner,
Aside to Ralph.looketo the goblet Rafe,Polypragmos Belseborams framanto pa-
costiphos tostu Mephastophilis, &c.
Enter Mephostophilis: sets squibs at their backes:
they runne about.
O nomine Domine
, what meanst thou Robin? thou
hast no goblet.
Peccatum peccatorum, heeres thy goblet, good Vint-
Misericordia pro nobis, what shal I doe? good diuel
forgiue me now, and Ile neuer rob thy Library more.
Enter to them Meph.
Vanish vilaines, th'one like an Ape, an other like
a Beare, the third an Asse, for doing this enterprise. Monarch of hel, vnder whose blacke suruey
Great Potentates do kneele with awful feare,
Vpon whose altars thousand soules do lie,
How am I vexed with these vilaines charmes?
From Constantinople am I hither come,
Onely for pleasure of these damned slaues.
How, from Constantinople? you haue had a great
iourney, wil you take sixe pence in your purse to pay for your
supper, and be gone?
wel villaines, for your presumption, I transforme
thee into an Ape, and thee into a Dog, and so be gone. exit.
How, into an Ape? thats braue, Ile haue fine sport
with the boyes, Ile get nuts and apples enow.
And I must be a Dogge. exeunt.
Ifaith thy head wil neuer be out of the potage pot.
Enter Emperour, Faustus, and a Knight,
Maister doctor Faustus, I haue heard strange re-
port of thy knowledge in the blacke Arte, how that none in
my Empire, nor in the whole world can compare with thee,
for the rare effects of Magicke: they say thou hast a familiar
spirit, by whome thou canst accomplish what thou list, this
therefore is my request, that thou let me see some proofe of thy
skil, that mine eies may be witnesses to confirme what mine
eares haue heard reported, and here I sweare to thee, by the
honor of mine Imperial crowne, that what euer thou doest,
thou shalt be no wayes prejudiced or indamaged.
Ifaith he lookes much like a coniurer.
My gratious Soueraign though I must confesse
my selfe farre inferior to the report men haue published, and
nothing answerable to the honor of your Imperial majesty,
yet for that loue and duety bindes me therevnto, I am con-
tent to do whatsoeuer your maiesty shall command me.
Then doctor Faustus, marke what I shall say, As
I was sometime solitary set, within my Closet, sundry
thoughts arose, about the honour of mine auncestors, howe
they had wonne by prowesse such exploits, gote such riches,
subdued so many kingdomes, as we that do succeede, or they
that shal hereafter possesse our throne, shal (I feare me) ne-
uer attaine to that degree of high renowne and great autho-
ritie, amongest which kings is Alexander the great, chiefe
spectacle of the worldes prehemince,
The bright shining of whose glorious actes
Lightens the world with his reflecting beames,
As when I heare but motion made of him,
It grieues my soule I neuer saw the man:
If therefore thou, by cunning of thine Art,
Canst raise this man from hollow vaults below,
where lies intombde this famous Conquerour,
And bring with him his beauteous Paramour,
Both in their right shapes, gesture, and attire
They vsde to weare during their time of life,
Thou shalt both satisfie my iust desire,
And giue me cause to praise thee whilst I liue.
My gratious Lord, I am ready to accomplish your
request, so farre forth as by art and power of my spirit I am
able to performe.
Ifaith thats iust nothing at all.
But if it like your Grace, it is not in my abilitie to
present before your eyes, the true substantiall bodies of those
two deceased princes which long since are consumed to dust.
I mary master doctor, now theres a signe of grace
in you, when you will confesse the trueth. aside.
But such spirites as can liuely resemble Alexander
and his Paramour, shal appeare before your Grace, in that
manner that they best liu'd in, in their most florishing estate,
which I doubt not shal sufficiently content your Imperiall
Go to maister Doctor, let me see them presently.
Do you heare maister Doctor? you bring Alexander and his paramour before the emperor?
How then sir?
Ifaith thats as true as Diana turnd me to a stage.
No sir, but when Acteon died, he left the hornes for
you: Mephastophilis be gone. exit Meph.
Nay, and you go to coniuring, Ile be gone.
Ile meete with you anone for interrupting me so:
heere they are my gratious Lord.
Enter Meph: with Alexander and his paramour.
Maister Doctor, I heard this Lady while she liu'd
had a wart or moale in her necke, how shal I know whether
it be so or no?
Your highnes may boldly go and see. exit Alex:
Sure these are no spirites, but the true substantiall
bodies of those two deceased princes.
wilt please your highnes now to send for the knight
that was so pleasent with me here of late?
One of you call him foorth. Exit Attendant.
Enter the Knight with a paire of hornes on his head.
How now sir knight? why I had thought thou
hadst beene a batcheler, but now I see thou hast a wife, that
not only giues thee hornes, but makes thee weare them, feele
on thy head.
Thou damned wretch, and execrable dogge,
Bred in the concaue of some monstrous rocke:
How darst thou thus abuse a Gentleman?
Vilaine I say, vndo what thou hast done.
O not so fast sir, theres no haste but good, are you
remembred how you crossed me in my conference with the
emperour? I thinke I haue met with you for it.
Good Maister Doctor, at my intreaty release him,
he hath done penance sufficient.
My Gratious Lord, not so much for the iniury hee
offerd me heere in your presence, as to delight you with some
mirth, hath Faustus worthily requited this iniurious knight,
which being all I desire, I am content to release him of his
hornes: and sir knight, hereafter speake well of Scholers:
Mephastophilis, transforme him strait. Mephistophilis removes the horns. Now my good Lord
hauing done my duety, I humbly take my leaue.
Farewel maister Doctor, yet ere you goe, expect
from me a bounteous reward. exit Emperour.
Now Mephastophilis, the restlesse course that time
doth runne with calme and silent foote,
Shortning my dayes and thred of vitall life,
Calls for the payment of my latest yeares,
Therefore sweet Mephastophilis, let vs make haste to Wer-
what, wil you goe on horse backe, or on foote?
Nay, til I am past this faire and pleasant greene, ile
walke on foote. enter a Horse-courser
I haue beene al this day seeking one maister Fu-
stian: masse see where he is, God saue you maister doctor.
What horse-courser, you are wel met.
Do you heare sir? I haue brought you forty dol-
lers for your horse.
I cannot sel him so: if thou likst him for fifty, take
Alas sir, I haue no more, I pray you speake for
I pray you let him haue him, he is an honest felow,
and he has a great charge, neither wife nor childe.
Wel, come giue me your money, my boy wil deli-
uer him to you: but I must tel you one thing before you haue
him, ride him not into the water at any hand.
why sir, wil he not drinke of all waters?
O yes, he wil drinke of al waters, but ride him not
into the water, ride him ouer hedge or ditch, or where thou
wilt, but not into the water.
Wel sir, Now am I made man for euer, Ile not
leaue my horse for fortie: Aside. if he had but the qualitie of hey
ding ding, hey ding ding, Ide make a braue liuing on him;
hee has a buttocke so slicke as an Ele: wel god buy sir, your
boy wil deliuer him me: but hark ye sir, if my horse be sick, or
ill at ease, if I bring his water to you, youle tel me what is?
Away you villaine: what, doost thinke I am a horse-
doctor? what art thou Faustus but a man condemnd to die?
Thy fatall time doth drawe to finall ende,
Dispaire doth driue distrust vnto my thoughts,
Confound these passions with a quiet sleepe:
Tush, Christ did call the thiefe vpon the Crosse,
Then rest thee Faustus quiet in conceit. Sleepe in his chaire.
Enter Horsecourser all wet, crying.
Alas, alas, Doctor Fustian quoth a, mas Doctor
Lopus was neuer such a Doctor, has giuen me a purgation,
has purg'd me of fortie Dollers, I shall neuer see them more:
but yet like an asse as I was, I would not be ruled by him,
for he bade me I should ride him into no water; now, I thin-
king my horse had had some rare qualitie that he would not
haue had me knowne of, I like a ventrous youth, rid him in-
to the deepe pond at the townes ende, I was no sooner in the
middle of the pond, but my horse vanisht away, and I sat vp-
on a bottle of hey, neuer so neare drowning in my life: but
Ile seeke out my Doctor, and haue my fortie dollers againe,
or Ile make it the dearest horse: O yonder is his snipper
snapper, do you heare? you, hey, passe, where's your
why sir, what would you? you cannot speake
But I wil speake with him.
Why hee's fast asleepe, come some other time.
Ile speake with him now, or Ile breake his glasse-
windowes about his eares.
I tell thee he has not slept this eight nights.
And he haue not slept this eight weekes Ile speake
See where he is fast asleepe.
I, this is he, God saue ye maister doctor, maister
doctor, maister doctor Fustian, fortie dollers, fortie dollers
for a bottle of hey.
Why, thou seest he heares thee not.
So, ho, ho: so, ho, ho. Hallow in his eare.
No, will you not wake? Ile make you wake ere I goe.
Pull Faustushim by the legge, and pull it away.
Alas, I am vndone, what shall I do:
O my legge, my legge, helpe Mephastophilis, call the
Officers, my legge, my legge.
Come villaine to the Constable.
O Lord sir, let me goe, and Ile glue you fortie dol-
Where be they?
I haue none about me, come to my Oastrie, and Ile
giue them you.
Be gone quickly. Horsecourser runnes away.
What is he gone? farwel he, Faustus has his legge
againe, and the Horsecourser I take it, a bottle of hey for his
labour; wel, this tricke shal cost him fortie dollers more.
How now Wagner, what's the newes with thee?
Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreate
The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable gentleman,
to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning, come Me-
phastophilis, let's away to him. exeunt.
Enter to them the Duke of Vanholt and the Dutches,
the Duke speakes.
Beleeue me maister Doctor, this merriment hath
much pleased me.
My gratious Lord, I am glad it contents you so
wel: but it may be Madame, you take no delight in this, I
haue heard that great bellied women do long for some dain-
ties or other, what is it Madame? tell me, and you shal haue
Thankes, good maister doctor,
And for I see your curteous intent to pleasure me, I wil not
hide from you the thing my heart desires, and were it nowe
summer, as it is Ianuary, and the dead time of the winter, I
would desire no better meate then a dish of ripe grapes.
Alas Madame, thats nothing, Mephastophilis, be
gone: exit Meph. were it a greater thing then this, so
it would content you, you should haue it enter Mephasto: with the grapes.
here they be madam, wilt please you taste
Beleeue me master Doctor, this makes me wonder
aboue the rest, that being in the dead time of winter, and in
the month of Ianuary, how you shuld come by these grapes.
If it like your grace, the yeere is diuided into twoo
circles ouer the whole worlde, that when it is heere winter
with vs, in the contrary circle it is summer with them, as in
India, Saba, and farther countries in the East, and by means
of a swift spirit that I haue, I had them brought hither, as ye
see, how do you like them Madame, be they good?
Beleeue me Maister doctor, they be the best grapes
that ere I tasted in my life before.
I am glad they content you so Madam.
Come Madame, let vs in, where you must wel re-
ward this learned man for the great kindnes he hath shewd
And so I wil my Lord, and whilst I liue,
Rest beholding for this curtesie.
I humbly thanke your Grace.
Come, maister Doctor follow vs, and receiue your
enter Wagner solus.
I thinke my maister meanes to die shortly,
For he hath giuen to me al his goodes,
And yet me thinkes, if that death were neere,
He would not banquet, and carowse, and swill
Amongst the Students, as euen now he doth,
who are at supper with such belly-cheere,
As Wagner nere beheld in all his life.
See where they come: belike the feast is ended.
Enter Faustus with two or three Schollers
Maister Doctor Faustas, since our conference a-
bout faire Ladies, which was the beutifulst in all the world,
we haue determined with our selues, that Helen of Greece
was the admirablest Lady that euer liued: therefore master
Doctor, if you wil do vs that fauor, as to let vs see that peere-
lesse Dame of Greece, whome al the world admires for ma-
iesty, wee should thinke our selues much beholding vnto
Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is vn-
fained, and Faustus custome is not to denie the iust requests
of those that wish him well, you shall behold that pearelesse
dame of Greece, no otherwaies for pompe and maiestie, then
when sir Paris crost the seas with her. and brought the spoiles
to rich Dardania. Be silent then, for danger is in words.
Musicke sounds, and Helen passeth ouer the Stage.
Too simple is my wit to tell her praise,
Whom all the world admires for maiestie.
No maruel tho the angry Greekes pursude
With tenne yeares warre the rape of such a queene,
Whose heauenly beauty passeth all compare.
Since we haue scene the pride of natures workes,
And onely Paragon of excellence, Enter an old man.
Let vs depart, and for this glorious deed
Happy and blest be Faustus euermore.
Gentlemen farwel, the same I wish to you. Exeunt Schollers.
Ah Doctor Faustus, that I might preuaile,
To guide thy steps vnto, the way of life,
By which sweete path thou maist attaine the gole
That shall conduct thee to celestial rest.
Breake heart, drop bloud, and mingle it with teares,
Teares falling from repentant heauinesse
Of thy most vilde and loathsome filthinesse,
The stench whereof corrupts the inward soule
With such flagitious crimes of heinous sinnes,
As no commiseration may expel,
But mercie Faustus of thy Sauiour sweete,
Whose bloud alone must wash away thy guilt.
Where art thou Faustus? wretch what hast thou done?
Damnd art thou Faustus, damnd, dispaire and die,
Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voyce
Sayes, Faustus come, thine houre is come, Mepha. giues him a dagger.
And Faustus-- will come to do thee right.
Ah stay good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps,
I see an Angell houers ore thy head,
And with a violl full of precious grace,
Offers to powre the same into thy soule,
Then call for mercie and auoyd dispaire.
Ah my sweete friend, I feele thy words
To comfort my distressed soule,
Leaue me a while to ponder on my sinnes.
I goe sweete Faustus, but with heauy cheare,
fearing the ruine of thy hopelesse soule.
Accursed Faustus, where is mercie now?
I do repent, and yet I do dispaire:
Hell striues with grace for conquest in my breast,
What shal I do to shun the snares of death?
Thou traitor Faustus, I arrest thy soule
For disobedience to my soueraigne Lord,
Reuolt, or Ile in peece-meale teare thy flesh.
Sweete Mephastophilis, intreate thy Lord
To pardon my vniust presumption,
And with my blood againe I wil confirme
My former vow I made to Lucifer.
Do it then quickely, with vnfained heart,
Lest greater danger do attend thy drift.
Torment sweete friend, that base and crooked age,
That durst disswade me from thy Lucifer,
With greatest torments that our hel affoords.
His faith is great, I cannot touch his soule,
But what I may afflict his body with,
I wil attempt, which is but little worth.
One thing, good seruant, let me craue of thee
To glut the longing of my hearts desire,
That I might haue vnto my paramour,
That heauenly Helen which I saw of late,
Whose sweete imbracings may extinguish cleane
These thoughts that do disswade me from my vow,
And keepe mine oath I made to Lucifer.
Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire,
Shalbe performde in twinckling of an eie. enter Helen.
Was this the face that lancht a thousand shippes?
And burnt the toplesse Towres of Ilium?
Sweete Helen, make me immortall with a kisse:
Her lips suckes forth my soule, see where it flies:
Come Helen, come giue mee my soule againe.
Here wil I dwel, for heauen be in these lips,
And all is drosse that is not Helena: enter old man
I wil be Paris, and for loue of thee,
Insteede of Troy shal Wertenberge be sackt,
And I wil combate with weake Menelaus,
And weare thy colours on my plumed Crest:
Yea I wil wound Achillis in the heele,
And then returne to Helen for a kisse.
O thou art fairer then the euening aire,
Clad in the beauty of a thousand starres,
Brighter art thou then flaming Iupiter,
when he appeard to haplesse Semele,
More louely then the monarke of the skie
In wanton Arethusaes azurde armes,
And none but thou shalt be my paramour. Exeunt.
Accursed Faustus, miserable man,
That from thv soule excludst the grace of heauen,
And fliest the throne of his tribunall seate, Enter the Diuelles.
Sathan begins to sift me with his pride,
As in this furnace God shal try my faith,
My faith, vile fuel, shal triumph ouer thee,
Ambitious fiends, see how the heauens smiles
At your repulse, and laughs your state to scorne,
Hence hel, for hence I flie vnto my God. Exeunt.
Enter Faustus with the Schollers.
Ah Gentlemen !
what ailes Faustus?
Ah my sweete chamber-fellow! had I liued with
thee, then had I liued stil, but now I die eternally: looke,
comes he not? comes he not?
what meanes Faustus?
Belike he is growne into some sickenesse, by
being ouer solitary.
If it be so, weele haue Physitians to cure him,
tis but a surffet, neuer feare man.
A surffet of deadly sinne that hath damnd both body
Yet Faustus looke vp to heauen, remember gods
mercies are infinite.
But Faustus offence can nere be pardoned,
The Serpent that tempted Eue may be sau'd,
But not Faustus: Ah Gentlemen, heare me with patience,
and tremble not at my speeches, though my heart pants and
quiuers to remember that I haue beene a student here these
thirty yeeres, O would I had neuer seene Wertenberge, ne-
uer read booke: and what wonders I haue done, al Germany
can witnes, yea all the world, for which Faustus hath lost
both Germany, and the world, yea heauen it selfe, heauen the
seate of God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdome of joy,
and must remaine in hel for euer, hel, ah hel for euer, sweete
friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hel for euer?
Yet Faustus call on God.
On God whome Faustus hath abiurde, on God,
whome Faustus hath blasphemed, ah my God, I woulde
weepe, but the diuel drawes in my teares, gush foorth bloud,
insteade of teares, yea life and soule, Oh he stayes my tong,
I would lift vp my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold
Lucifer and Mephastophilis.
Ah Gentlemen I gaue them my soule for my cunning.
God forbade it indeede, but Faustus hath done it:
for vaine pleasure of 24. yeares, hath Faustus lost eternall
ioy and felicitie, I writ them a bill with mine owne bloud,
the date is expired, the time wil come, and he wil fetch mee.
why did not Faustus tel vs of this before, that
Diuines might haue prayed for thee?
Oft haue I thought to haue done so, but the diuell
threatned to teare mee in peeces, if I namde God, to fetch
both body and soule, if I once gaue eare to diuinitie: and
now tis too late: Gentlemen away, lest you perish with me.
O what shal we do to Faustus?
Talke not of me, but saue your selues, and de-
God wil strengthen me, I wil stay with Fau-
Tempt not God, sweete friend, but let vs into the
next roome, and there pray for him.
I pray for me, pray for me, and what noyse soeuer
yee heare, come not vnto me, for nothing can rescue me.
Pray thou, and we wil pray that God may haue
mercy vpon thee.
Gentlemen farewel, if I liue til mornings Ile visite
you: if not, Faustus is gone to hel.
Faustus, farewel. Exeunt Sch.
The clocke strikes eleauen.
Now hast thou but one bare hower to liue,
And then thou must be damnd perpetually:
Stand stil you euer moouing spheres of heauen,
That time may cease, and midnight neuer come:
Faire Natures eie, rise, rise againe, and make
Perpetuall day, or let this houre be but a yeere,
A moneth, a weeke, a naturall day,
That Faustus may repent, and saue his soule,
O lente lente curite noctis equi:
The starres mooue stir, time runs, the clocke wil strike,
The diuel wil come, and Faustus must be damnd.
O Ile leape vp to my God: who pulles me downe?
See see where Christs blood streames in the firmament,
One drop would saue my soule, halfe a drop, ah my Christ,
Ah rend not my heart for naming of my Christ,
Yet wil I call on him, oh spare me Lucifer!
Where is it now? tis gone:
And see where God stretcheth out his arme,
And bends his irefull browes:
Mountaines and hilles, come come, and fall on me,
And hide me from the heauy wrath of God.
No no, then wil I headlong runne into the earth:
Earth gape, O no, it wil not harbour me:
You starres that raignd at my natiuitie,
whose influence hath alotted death and hel,
Now draw vp Faustus like a foggy mist,
Into the intrailes of yon labring cloude,
That when you vomite foorth into the ayre,
My limbes may issue from your smoaky mouthes,
So that my soule may but ascend to heauen:
Ah, halfe the houre is past: The watch strikes. the half hour
Twil all be past anone:
Oh God, if thou wilt not haue mercy on my soule,
Yet for Christs sake, whose bloud hath ransomd me,
Impose some end to my incessant paine,
Let Faustus liue in hel a thousand yeeres,
A hundred thousand, and at last be sau'd.
O no end is limited to damned soules,
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soule?
Or, why is this immortall that thou hast?
Ah Pythagoras metem su xossis were that true,
This soule should flie from me, and I be changde
Vnto some brutish beast: al beasts are happy, for when they die
Their soules are soone dissolud in elements,
But mine must liue still to be plagde in hel:
Curst be the parents that ingendred me:
No Faustus, curse thy selfe, curse Lucifer,
That hath depriude thee of the ioyes of heauen: The clocke striketh twelue.
O it strikes, it strikes, now body turne to ayre,
Or Lucifer wil beare thee quicke to hel: Thunder and lightning.
Oh soule, be changde into little water drops,
And fal into the Ocean, nere be found:
My God, my God, looke not so fierce on me: Enter diuels.
Adders, and Serpents, let me breathe a while:
Vgly hell gape not, come not Lucifer,
Ile burne my bookes, ah Mephastophilis. exeunt Devils with Faustus.
Cut is the branch that might haue growne ful straight,
And burned is Apolloes Laurel bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man:
Faustus is gone, regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise,
Onley to wonder at vnlawful things,
whose deepenesse doth intise such forward wits,
To practice more than heaunly power permits.Exit.
Terminat hora diem,Terminat Author opus.