The tragicall history of D. Faustus As it hath bene acted by the right honorable the Earle of Nottingham his seruants. Written by Ch. Marl.Doctor FaustusThe tragicall history of D. Faustus As it hath bene acted by the right honorable the Earle of Nottingham his seruants. Written by Ch. Marl.Doctor Faustus
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THE TRAGICALL History of D. Faustus.

As it hath bene Acted by the Right Honorable the Earle of Nottingham his seruants.

Written by Ch. Marl.

LONDON Printed by V. S. for Thomas Bushell. 1604.

 The tragicall Historie of Doctor Faustus. Enter
Chorus.
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 Rhod • s: Of riper yéeres to Wertenberg he went,Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him vp,So soone hée profites in Diuinitie,The fruitfull plot of Scholerisme grac't,That shortly he was grac't with Doctors name,Excelling all, whose swéete delight disputesIn heauenly matters of Theologie, Till sw • lne with cunning of a s • lfe conceit,His wa • en wings did mount aboue his reach,And mel • ing heauens conspirde his ouerthrow.For falling to a diuelish exercise,And glutte • more with learnings golden gifts, He surffets vpon cursed Negromancy▪ Nothing so sweete as magicke is to himWhich he preferres before his chiefest blisse,And this the man that in his study sits.
Exit. Enter Faustus in his Study.
Faustus
Settle thy studies Faustus, and beginneTo sound the deapth o • 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 endAffoords 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:Séeing, 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 béene 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 estéemd.Physicke farewell, where is Iustinian? S • 〈…〉 res legatus duobus, A • ter rem alter v • lorem rei, &c.A pretty case of paltry legacies: Ex 〈…〉 nisi: Such is the subiect of the institute And vniuersall body of the Church: • is 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: tha • s 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 e • erlasting death:What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What wil be, shall be? Diuinitie, adieu,These Metaphisickes of Magicia • s,And Negromantike bookes are heauenlyLines, circles, sceanes, letters and characters:I, these are those that Faustus most d • sires.O what a world of profit and delight,Of power, of honor, of omnipotenceIs promised to the studious Artizan?All things that mooue betweene the quiet polesShalbe at my commaun. Emperours and Kings,Are but obeyd in their seu • rall prouinces:Nor can they rais • the winde, or • end the cloudes:But his dominion that excéedes in this,Stretcheth as farre as doth the minde of man.A sound Magician is a mighty god:Héere Fa • stus trie thy braines to gaine a deitie. Wagner, commend me to my deerest friends,The Germaine Valde • , and Corneliu • , Request them earnestly to visite me.
Wag.
I wil sir.
exit.
Fau.
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.
Good. A.
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.
Euill An.
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.
Fau.
How am I glutted with conceit of this?Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please,Resolue me of all ambiguities,Performe what d • sperate 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 worldFor pleasant fruites and princely delicates:Ile haue them reade mée 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 kéele at Antwarpes bridge,Ile make my seruile spirits to inuent:Come Germaine Valdes and Cornelius, And make me blest with your sage conference, V • ldes, swéete Valdes, and Cornelius, Know that your words haue woon me at the last, To practise Magicke and concealed arts:Yet not your words onely, but mine owne fantasie,That will receiue no obiect for my head,But ruminates on Negremantique skill,Philosophy is odious and obscure,Both Law and Phis • cke are for pettie wit • ,Diuinitie is basest of the thrée,Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible and vilde,Tis Magicke, Magicke that hath rauisht mée,Then gentle friends ayde me in this attempt,And I that haue with ConsissylogismesGraueld the Pastors of the Germaine Church,And made the flowring pride of Wertenberge Swarme to my Problemes as the infernall spiritsOn swéet Musaeus when he came to hell,Will be as cunning as Agrippa was,Whose shadowes made all Europe honor him.
Vald.
Faustus▪ these bookes thy wit and our experienceShall make all nations to cononize vs,As Indian Moores obey their Spanish Lords,So shall the subiects of euery elementBe alwaies seruiceable to vs thrée,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 fléece,That yearely •• nffes olde Philips treasuryIf learned Faustus will be resolute.
Fau.
Valdes as resolute am I in thisAs thou to liue, therefore obiect it not.
Corn.
The myracles that Magicke will performe,Will make thée vow to studie nothing else,He that is grounded in Astrologie, Inricht with tongues well séene minerals, 〈◊〉 all the principles Magicke doth require,The • doubt n • t (F •• stus) 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 fet • h the trea • ure of all forraine wrackes,I, all the wealth that our fore • athers hid 〈◊〉 the ma •• ie en • rail • s of the earth.Th • n tell me Faustus, what shal we three want?
Fau.
Noth • ng Cornelius, O this cheares my soule,Come shewe me some demonstrations magi • all,That I may coniure in some lustie groue,And haue these ioyes in full possession.
Val.
Then haste thée to some solitary groue,And beare wise Bacons and Albanus workes,The H • brew Psalter, and new Testament,And whatsoeuer else is requisitWee will enforme thée ere our conference cease.
Cor.
Valdes, first let him know the words of art,And then all other ceremonies learnd, Faustus may trie his cunning by himselfe.
Val.
First Ile instruct thee in the rudiments,And then wilt thou be perfecter then I.
Fau.
Then come and dyne with me, and after meateWéele ca • uas euery quidditie thereof:For ere I sleepe • le trie what I can do,This night Ile coniure though I die therefore.
Exeunt. Enter two Schollers.
1 Sch.
2 Sch.
Enter Wagner.
1. Sch.
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Exeunt. Enter Faustus to coniure.
Fau.
Now that the gloomy shadow of the earth,Longing to view Orions drisling looke, Leapes f • om • h • antartike world vnto the skie,A • d dimmes the welkin with her pitchy breath: Faustus, beg • n thine incantations,And tri • if diuels will obey thy hest,Séeing thou hast prayde and sacri ••• d to them.UUithin this 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 name,Forward a • d backward, and Agramithist, 〈…〉 names of holy Saints,Figur • s 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.I charge thée to returne and cha •• ge thy shape,Thou art too vgly to attend on me,Goe and returne an old Franciscan Frier,That holy shape becomes a diuell best.I see theres vertue in my heauenly words,Who would not be proficient in this art?How pliant is this M • phastophilis? Full of obedience and humilitie,Such is the force of Magicke and my spels,No Faustus, thou art Coniurer la • reateThat canst commaund great Mephastophilis, Quin regis M • phastoph •• is fratris imagine.
Enter Mephostophilis.
Me.
Now Faustus, what wouldst thou haue me do?
Fau.
I charge thée wait vpon me whilst I liue, To do what euer Faustus shall commaund,Be it to make the Moo • e drop from her spheare,Or the Ocean to ouerwhelme the world.
Me.
I am a seruant to great Luci • er, And may not follow thée without his leaue,No more then he commaunds must we performe.
Fau.
Did not he charge thée to appeare to mée?
Me.
No, I came now hither of mine owne accord.
Fau.
Did not my coniuring spéeches raise thee? speake.
Me.
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,Wée flye, in hope to get his glorious soule,Nor will we come, vnlesse he vse such meanesWhereby he is in danger to be damnd:Therefore the shortest cut for coniuringIs stoutly to abiure the Trinitie,And pray deuoutly to the prince of hell.
Fau.
So Faustus hath already done, & holds this principleThere is no chiefe but onely Belsibub, To whom 〈◊〉 doth dedicate himselfe,This word damnation terrifies not him,For he confounds hell in Elizium, His ghost be with the olde Philosophers,But lea • ing these vaine trifles of mens soules,Tell me what is that Lucif • r thy Lord?
Me.
Arch-regent and commaunder of all spirits.
Fau.
Was not that Lucifer an Angell once?
Me.
Yes Faustus, and most dearely lou'd of God.
Fau.
How comes it then that he is prince of diuels?
Me.
O by aspiring pride and insolence,For which God threw him from the face of heauen.
Fau.
and what are you that liue with L • cifer?
Me.
Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspir'd against our God with Lucifer, And are for euerdamnd with Lucifer.
Fau.
UUhere are you damn'd?
Me.
In hell.
Fau.
How comes it then that thou art out of hel?
Me.
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.
Fau.
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, Séeing 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. yéeres,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 méete mée in my study at midnight,And then resolue me of thy maisters minde.
Me.
I will Faustus.
Fau.
Had I • s 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 Aff • icke shore,And make that land continent to Spaine, And both contributory to my crowne:The Emprour shal bot 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.
Enter Wagner and the C • owne.
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Enter two diuells, a • d the clowne runnes vp and downe crying.
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Enter Faustus in his Study.
Fau.
Now Faustus must thou néedes be damnd,And canst thou not be saued?what bootes it then to thinke of God or heauen?Away with such vaine fancies and despaire,Despaire in God, and trust in Belsabub:Now go not backeward: no Faustas, be resolute,why wauerest thou? O something soundeth in mine eares:Abi • re this Magicke, turne to God againe,I and Faustus wil turne to God againe.To God? he loues thee not,The god thou seruest is thine owne appetite,wherein is fixt the loue of Belsabub,To him Ile build an altare and a church,And offer luke warme blood of new borne babes.
Enter good Angell, and Eui •• .
Good Angel
Swéet Faustus, leaue that execrable art.
Fau.
Contrition, prayer, repentance: what of them?
Good Angel
O they are meanes to bring thée vnto heauen.
Euill Angel
Rather illusio • s fruites of lunacy,That makes men foolish that do trust them most.
Good Angel
Swéet Faustus thinke of heauen, and heauenly things.
Euill Angel
No Faustus, thinke of honor and wealth.
Fau.
Of wealth,Why the signory of Emden shalbe mine,when Mephatophilus shal stand by me, What God can hurt thée Faustus? thou art safe,Cast no more doubts, come Mephastophilus, And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer: Ist not midnight? come Mephastophilus, Veni veni MephastophileNow tel, what sayes Lucifer thy Lord?
Me:
That I shal waite on Faustus whilst I liue,So he wil buy my seruice with his soule.
Fau:
Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thée.
Me:
But Faustus, thou must bequeathe it solemnely,And write a déede of gift with thine owne blood,For that security craues great Lucifer: If thou deny it, I wil backe to hel.
Fau:
Me:
Inlarge his kingdome.
Fau:
Is that the reason he tempts vs thus?
Me:
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
Fau:
Haue you any paine that tortures others?
Me:
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 thée,And giue thée more than thou hast wit to aske.
Fau:
I Mephastophilus, I giue it thée.
Me:
Then stabbe thine arme couragiously,And binde thy soule, that at some certaine dayGreat Lucifer may claime it as his owne,And then be thou as great as Lucifer.
Fau:
Loe Mephastophilus, for loue of thée,I cut mine arme, and with my proper bloodAssure my soule to be great Lucifers, Chiefe Lord and regent of pe • petual night,Uiew heere the blood that trickles from mine arme,And let it be propitious for my wish.
Meph:
But Faustus, thou must write it in manner of a déede of gift.
Fau.
Me.
Ile fetch thée fier to dissolue it straight.
Fau.
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 thée his soule.
Enter Mephastophilis with a chafer of coles.
Me.
Heres fier, come Faustus, set it on.
Fau.
So now the bloud begins to cleare againe,Now will I make an ende immediately.
Me.
O what will not I do to obtaine his soule?
Fau.
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 hée'le throwe thée downe to hell,My sences are deceiu'd, here's nothing writ,I sée it plaine, here in this place is writ, Homo fuge, yet shall not Faustus flye.
Me.
Ile fetch him somewhat to delight his minde.
Enter with diuels, giuing crownes and rich apparell to Faustus, and daunce, and then depart.
Fau.
Speake Mephastophilis, what meanes this shewe?
Me.
Nothing Faustus, but to delight thy minde withall,And to shewe thee what Magicke can performe.
Fau.
But may I raise vp spirits when I please?
Me.
I Faustus, and do greater things then these.
Fau.
Then theres inough for a thousand soules,Here Mephastophi • is receiue this scrowle,A déede of gift of body and of soule:But yet conditionally, that thou performeAll articles prescrib'd be • wéene vs both.
Me.
Faustus, I sweare by hel and Lucifer To effect all promises betweene vs made.
Fau.
By me Iohn Faustus.
Me.
Speake Faustus, do you deliuer this as your déede?
Fau.
I, take it, and the diuell giue thee good on • t.
Me.
Now Faustus aske what thou wilt.
Fau.
First will I question with thée about hell,Tel me, where is the place that men call hell?
Me.
Under the heauens.
Fau.
I, but where about?
Me.
Within the bowels of these elements,Where we are tortur'd and remaine for euer,Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'dIn 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.
Fau.
Come, I thinke hell's a fable.
Me.
I, thinke so still, till experience change thy minde.
Fau.
Me.
I of necessitie, for here's the scrowle,Wherein thou hast giuen thy soule to Lucifer.
Fau.
I, and body too, but what of that?Thinkst thou that Faustus is so sond,To imagine, that after this life there is any paine?Tush these are trifles and méere olde wiues tales.
Me.
Fau.
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Enter with a diuell drest like a woman, with fier workes.
Me:
Fau:
Me:
Ile cull thée 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 beautifulAs was bright Lucifer before his fall.H • ld, 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.
Fau:
Me:
There turne to them
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Turne to them
Fau:
When I behold the heauens, then I repent,And curse thée wicked Mephastophilus, Because thou hast depriu'd me of those ioyes.
Me:
why Faustus,Thinkst thou heauen is such a glorious thing?I tel thée tis not halfe so faire as thou,Or any man that breathes on earth.
Fau:
How proouest thou that?
Me:
It was made for man, therefore is man more excellent.
Fau:
If it were made for man, twas made for me:I wil renounce this magicke, and repent.
Enter good Angel, and euill Angel.
Good An:
euill An:
Fau:
who buzzeth in mine eares I am a spirite?B • I a diuel, yet God may pitty me,I God wil pitty me, if I repent.
euill An:
exeunt
Fau:
My hearts so hardned I cannot repent,Scarse can I name saluation, faith, or heauen,But feareful ecchoes thunders in mine eares,Faustus, thou art damn'd, then swordes and kniues,Poyson, gunnes, halters, and invenomd stéeleAre layde before me to dispatch my selfe,And long ere this I should haue slaine my selfe,Had not swéete pleasure conquerd déepe 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 harpMade 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?
Me:
As are the elements, such are the spheares,Mutually folded in each others orbe,And Faustus all iointly moue vpon one axletrée,Whose terminine is tearmd the worlds wide pole,Nor are the names of Saturne, Mars, or Iupiter Faind, but are erring starres.
Fau.
Me.
Fau.
Tush, these slender trifles Wagner can decide,Hath M • phastophilus no greater skill?Who knowes not the double motion of the plannets?The 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 in a naturall day,
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I, that is not against our kingdome, but this is,Thinke thou on hell Faustus, for thou art damnd.
Fau.
Thinke Faustus vpon God that made the world.
Me.
Remember this.
Fau.
I, goe accursed spirit to vgly hell,Tis thou hast damn • d distressed Faustus soule:Ist not too late?
Enter good Angell and euill.
euill A.
good A.
euill A.
good A.
Exeunt.
Fau.
Enter Lucifer, Belsabub, and Mephastophilus.
Lu.
Chr • st cannot saue thy soule, for he is iust,Theres none but I haue intrest in the same.
Fau:
Lu:
Fau:
Lu:
we come to tell thée thou dost iniure vs,Thou talkst of Christ, contrary to thy promiseThou shouldst not thinke of God, thinke of the deuil,A • d of his da •• too.
Fau:
Nor will • henceforth: pardon me in this,And Faustus vowes neuer to looke so heauen,Neuer to name God, or to pray to him,To burne his Scriptures, slay his Ministers,And make my spirites pull his churches dow • e.
Lu:
Do so, and we will highly gratifie thee:
Fau:
Lu:
Eau:
Pride
Fau:
Coue:
Fau:
Wrath
Fau:
Enuy
Fau:
Glut:
Fau.
Glut.
Fau.
Sloath.
Fau.
Lechery
Away, to hel, to hel.
exeunt the sinnes.
Lu.
Fau:
Lu.
Fau.
Lu:
Fau.
Lu.
Fau.
exeunt omnes. enter Wagner solus.
Wag.
Learned Faustus,To know the secrets of Astronomy, Grauen in the booke of Iou • s hie firmame • t,Did mount himselfe to scale Olympus to • ,Being seated in a chariot burning bright,Drawne b • 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.
Enter Faustus and Mephastop • ilus.
Fau.
Ha • ing now, my good Mephastophilus,Past with delight the stately towne of Trier, Inuirond round with ayrie mountaine tops,With walles of flint, and déepe intrenched lakes,Not to be wonne by any conquering prince,From Paris next coasting the Realme of France,Wée sawe the riuer Maine fall into Rhine, UUhose bankes are set with groues of fruitful vines.Then vp to Naples, rich Campania, Whose buildings faire and gorgeous to the eye,The stréetes straight forth, and pau'd with • inest bricke,Quarters the towne in foure equiuolence.There sawe we learned Maroes golden tombe,The way he cut an English 〈◊〉 in length,Thorough a rocke of stone in one nights space.From the • ce to Venice, Padna▪ 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 t • ll me now, what rest • ng place is this?Hast thou as • rst I did commaund,Conducted me within the walles of Rome?
Me.
Fau.
Me.
Tut, tis no matter man, wéele be bold with his good cheare,And now my Faustus, that thou maist perceiueWhat Rome containeth to delight thée with,Know that this Citie stands vpon seuen hillesThat vnderprops the groundwor • e of the same,Ouer the which foure sta • ely bridges leane,That makes safe passage to each part of Rome. Upon 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.
Fau.
Now by the kingdomes of infernall rule,Of Styx, Acheron▪ and the fiery lakeOf eu • r burning P • leg •• on I sweare,That I do long to sée the monumentsAnd scituation o • bright splendant Rome, Come therefore lets away.
Me.
Nay Faustus stay, I know yo • d faine sée 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.
Fau.
Well, I am content, to compasse then some sport,And by their folly make vs merriment,
Me
Sound a Sonnet, enter the Pope and the Cardinall of Lorraine to the banket, with Friers attending.
Pope
Fau.
Pope
Fri.
Pope.
Fau.
Snatch it.
Pope.
Fau.
Pope.
Fau.
Lor.
Pope
The Pope crosseth himselfe.
Fau.
What, are you crossing of your selfe?UUell vse that tricke no more, I would aduise you.
Crosse againe.
Fau.
UUell, theres the second time, aware the third,I giue you faire warning.
Crosse againe, and Faustus hits him a boxe of the eare, and they all runne away.
Fau:
Me.
Fau.
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.
Frier.
Beate the Friers, and fling fier-workes among them, and so Exeunt. Enter
Chorus.
UUhen Faustus had with pleasure tane the viewOf rarest things, and royal courts of kings,Hée 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, UUhich Faustus answerd with such learned skill,As they admirde and 〈◊〉 at his wit.Now is his fame spread forth in euery land,Amongst the rest the Emperour is 〈◊〉 , Carolus the fift, at whose pallace nowFaustus is feasted mongst his noble men.UUhat 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
Robin
Enter Rafe calling Robin.
Rafe
Robin
Rafe
Robin
• a fe
Robin
Rafe
Robin
Rafe
Robin
Rafe
Robin
exeunt. Enter Robin and Rafe with a siluer Goblet.
Robin
enter the Vintner.
Rafe
Robin
Vintn.
Robin
Vintn.
Robin
Vintner
Rafe
Vintner
Ro.
Vintner
Robin
Enter Mephostophilis: sets squibs at their backes: they runne about.
Vintner
Rafe
Robin
Enter to them Meph.
Meph.
Monarch of hel, vnder whose blacke surueyGreat Potentates do kneele with awful feare,Upon whose altars thousand foules 〈…〉 ,How am I vexed with these vilaines charmes?From Constantinople am I hither come,Onely for pleasure of these damned slaues.
Robin
Me.
Rob.
Rafe
exeunt.
Robin
Enter Emperour, Faustus, and a Knight, with Attendants.
Em.
Knight
Fau.
Em.
The bright shining of whose glorious actesLightens 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 attireThey vs • e to weare during their time of life,Thou shalt both satisfie my iust desire,And giue me cause to praise thée whilst I liue.
Fau:
Knight
Fau.
Knight
Fau:
Em
Kn.
Fau.
Kn.
Fau:
exit Meph.
Kn.
Fau.
Enter Meph: with Alexander and his paramour.
emp.
Fau:
exit Alex:
emp:
Fau:
emp:
Enter the Knight with a paire of hornes on his head.
emp.
Kn:
Thou damned wretch, and execrable dogge,Bred in the concaue of some monstrous rocke:How darst thou thus abuse a Gentleman?Uilaine I say, vndo what thou hast done.
Fau:
emp:
Fau:
emp:
Fau:
Shortning my dayes and thred of vitall life,Calls for the payment of my latest yeares,Therefore swéet Mephastophilis, let vs make haste to Wertenberge.
Me:
Fau:
enter a Horse-courser
Hors:
Fau:
Hors:
Fau:
Hors:
Me:
Fau:
Hors:
Fau:
Hors:
Fau.
Thy fatall time doth drawe to finall end • ,Dispaire doth driue di •• rust vnto my thoughts,Confound these passions with a quiet sléepe:Tush, Christ did call the thie • e vpon the Crosse,Then rest thée Faustus quiet in conceit.
Sleepe in his chaire. Enter Horsecourser all wet, crying.
Hors.
Me.
Hors.
Me.
Hors.
Me.
Hors.
Me.
Hors.
Me.
Hors.
Pull him by the legge, and pull it away.

Alas, I am vndone, what shall I do:

Fau.
Me.
Hors.
Me.
Hors.
Me.
Horsecourser runnes away.
Fau.
Enter Wagner.

How now Vagner, what's the newes with thée?

Wag.
Fau.
exeunt. Enter to them the Duke, and the Dutches, the Duke speakes.
Du:
Fau:
Dutch.
Fau:
Du:
Fau:
Dut:
Fau:
Du:
Dut:
And so I wil my Lord, and whilst I liue,Rest beholding for this curtesie.
Fau:
Du:
exeunt. enter Wagner solus.
Wag.
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 néere,He would not banquet, and carowse, and swillAmongst the Students, as euen now he doth,who are at supper with such belly-cheere,As Wagner nere beheld in all his life.Sée where they come: belike the least is ended.
Enter Faustus with two or three Schollers
1. Sch.
Fau.
Musicke sounds, and Helen passeth ouer the Stage.
2. Sch.
Too simple is my wit to tell her praise,Whom all the world admires fo • maiestie.
3. Sch.
No maruel tho the angry Greekes pursudeWith tenne yeares warre the rape of such a quéene,Whose heauenly beauty passeth all compare.
1. Since we haue séene the pride of natures workes, And onely Paragon of excellence, Enter an old man. Let vs depart, and for this glorious déed Happy and blest be Faustus euermore.
Fau.
Exeunt Schollers.
Old.
Ah Doctor Faustus, that I might preuaile,To guide thy steps vnto the way of life,By which swéete path thou maist attaine the goleThat shall conduct thée to celestial rest.Breake heart, drop bloud, and mingle it with teares,Teares falling from repentant heauinesseOf thy most vilde and loathsome filthinesse,The stench whereof corrupts the inward souleWith such flagitious crimes of hainous sinnes,As no commiseration may expel,But mercie Faustus of thy Sauiour swéete,Whose bloud alone must wash away thy guilt.
Fau.
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 voyceSayes, Faustus come, thine houre is come,And Faustus will come to do thée right.
Old.
Ah stay good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps,I sée 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.
Fau.
Ah my swéete friend, I féele thy words To comfort my distressed soule,Leaue me a while to ponder on my sinnes.
Old.
Fau.
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?
Me.
Thou traitor Faustus, I arrest thy souleFor disobedience to my soueraigne Lord,Reuolt, or Ile in peece-meale teare thy flesh.
Fau:
Sweete Mephastophilis, intreate thy LordTo pardon my vniust presumption,And with my blood againe I wil confirmeMy former vow I made to Lucifer.
Me.
Do it then quickely, with vnfained heart,Lest greater danger do attend thy drift.
Fau:
Torment sweete friend, that base and crooked age,That durst disswade me from thy Lucifer, With greatest torments that our hel affoords.
Me:
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.
Fau:
One thing, good seruant, let me craue of théeTo glut the longing of my hearts desire,That I might haue vnto my paramour,That heauenly Helen which I saw of late,Whose swéete imbracings may extinguish cleaneThese thought s that do disswade me from my vow,And kéepe mine oath I made to Lucifer.
Me.
Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire,Shalbe performde in twinckling of an eie.
enter Helen.
Fau:
Was this the face that lancht a thousand shippes?And burnt the toplesse Towres of Ilium? Swéete Helen, make me immortall with a kisse:Her lips suckes forth my soule, see where it flies: Come Helen, come giue mée my soule againe.Here wil I dwel, for heauen be in these lips,And all is drosse that is not Helena: I wil be Pacis, and for loue of thée,Instéede of Troy shal Wertenberge be sackt,And I wil combate with weake Menclaus, And weare thy colours on my plumed Crest:Yea I wil wound Achillis in the héele,And then returne to Helen for a kisse.O thou art fairer the • the euening aire,Cla • in the beauty of a thousand starres,Brighter art thou then flaming Iupiter, • hen he appeard to haplesse Semele, Mo • e louely then the monarke of the s • ie 〈…〉 ,And none but thou shalt be my param ••• .
Exeunt.
Old man
Accursed Faustus, miserable man,That from thy soule excludst the grace of heauen,And 〈◊〉 the throne of his tribunall • eate, 〈◊〉 an begins to • ift me with his p • ide,As in this furnace God shal try my faith,My faith, vile hel, shal triumph ouer thée,Am • itio • s 〈◊〉 , sée how the heauens smile • At your repulse, and laughs your state to 〈◊〉 ,Hence hel, for hence I flie vnto my God.
Exeunt. Enter Faustus with the Schollers.
Fau:
1. Sch▪
Fau:
2. Sch:
3. Scholler
1. Sch:
Fau:
2. Sch.
Fau.
But Faultus offence can nere be pardoned,The Serpent that tempted Eue may be sau • d,
3. Sch.
Fau.
All
Fau.
Lucifer and M • phastophilis. Ah Gentlemen! I gaue them my soule for my cunning.
All
Fau.
• . Schol.
Fau.
2. Sch.
Faustus
3. Sch.
1. Sch.
Fau.
2. Sch.
Fau.
All
Exeunt Sch. The clocke strikes eleauen.
Fau.
Ah Faustus,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 • ime may cease, and midnight neuer come:Faire Natures eie, rise rise, againe, and makePerpetuall day, or let this houre be but a yeere,A moneth, a wéeke, a naturall day,That Faustus may repent and saue his soule,O lente lente curite noctis equi:The starres mooue stil, 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: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 cossis were that true,This soule should flie from me, and I be changdeUnto 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 thée of the ioyes of heauen:O it strikes, it strikes, now body turne to ayre,Or Lucifer wil beare thée quicke to hel: 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:Adders, and Serpents, let me breathe a while:Ugly hell gape not, come not Lucifer, Ile burne my bookes, ah Mephastophilis.
exeunt with him Enter
Chorus.
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,Onely to wonder at vnlawful things,whose deepenesse doth intise such forward wits,To practise more than heauenly power permits.
Terminat hora diem, Terminat Author opus.

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