lean with seeing others eat. O, that there | Luc. Now Faustus, farewell. Farewell, great Lucifer. FAUST. Out, envious wretch!-But what art thou, the fourth? 145 WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leapt out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce an hour old; and ever since have run up and down the world with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I could get none to fight withal. I was born in hell; and look to it, for some of you shall be33 my father. 153 FAUST. And what art thou, the fifth? FAUST. Not I. 165 Luc. Tut, Faustus, in hell is all manner of delight. FAUST. O, might I see hell, and return again safe, How happy were I then! Luc. [SCENE XIII.] Thunder and lightning. Enter Devils with covered dishes; Mephistophilis leads them into Faustus' study, then enter Wagner. WAG. I think my master means to die shortly;" he has made his will, and given me his wealth, his house, his goods, and store of golden plate, besides two thousand ducats ready. coined. I wonder what he means: if death were nigh, he would not frolic thus. He's now at supper with the scholars, where there's such belly-cheer as Wagner in his life ne'er saw the like: and, see where they come! belike the feast is ended.† [Exit. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair ladies, which88 was the beautifulest in all the world, we have determined with ourselves that Helen of Greece was the admirablest lady that ever lived: therefore, Master Doctor, if you will do us so much favour as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you. her, And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. Faustus, thou shalt; at midnight I will SEC. SCHOL. Was this fair Helen, whose ad send for thee. * In the succeeding scenes are given, partly in Made Greece with ten years' war afflict poor | MEPH. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul Troy? THIRD SCHOL. Too simple is my wit to tell 40 This magic, that will charm thy soul to hell, No mortal can express the pains of hell. 50 For disobedience to my sovereign lord: Revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy flesh. FAUST. I do repent I e'er offended him. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord To pardon my unjust presumption, And with my blood again I will confirm The former vow I made to Lucifer. MEPH. Do it, then, Faustus, with unfeigned heart, 80 Lest greater dangers do attend thy drift. FAUST. Torment, sweet friend, that base and aged man, That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer, With greatest torments that our hell affords. MEPH. His faith is great; I cannot touch his soul; But what I may afflict his body with I will attempt, which is but little worth. FAUST. One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee, 100 Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. C9 What shall I do to shun the snares of death? 1 unsurpassable towers of Troy 110 THIRD SCHOL. He is not well with being oversolitary. SEC. SCHOL. If it be so, we'll have physicians, And Faustus shall be cur'd. THIRD SCHOL. 'Tis but a surfeit, sir; fear nothing. FAUST. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body and soul. 41 SEC. SCHOL. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven, and remember mercy is infinite. FAUST. But Faustus' offense can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. O gentlemen, hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! Though my heart pant and quiver to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years, O, would I had never seen Wittenberg, never read book! and what wonders I have done, all Germany can witness, yea, all the world; for which Faustus hath lost both Germany and the world, yea, heaven itself, heaven, the seat of God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy; and must remain in hell for ever, hell, O hell, for ever! Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever? FAUST. Oft have I thought to have done so; but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces, if I named God, to fetch me body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me. SEC. SCHOL. Is all our pleasure turn'd to SEC. SCHOL. O, what may we do to save Faus melancholy? 2 Another name for Pluto and his kingdom. 3 great thanks tus? 4 bond FAUST. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart. THIRD SCHOL. 90 God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus. FIRST SCHOL. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and pray for him. FAUST. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. SEC. SCHOL. Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have mercy upon thee. FAUST. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morn. ing, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. ALL. Faustus, farewell. 100 [Exeunt Scholars. And triumph'd over hell! That hast thou lost; And now, poor soul, must thy good angel leave thee: The jaws of hell are open to receive thee. [Exit. The throne ascends. E. ANG. Now, Faustus, let thine eyes with horror stare [Hell is discovered. Into that vast perpetual torture-house: There are the Furies tossing damned souls On burning forks; there bodies boil in lead; There are live quarters broiling on the coals, That ne'er can die; this ever-burning chair Is for o'er-tortur'd souls to rest them in; 140 These that are fed with sops of flaming fire, Were gluttons, and lov'd only delicates, And laugh'd to see the poor starve at their gates: But yet all these are nothing; thou shalt see Ten thousand tortures that more horrid be. FAUST. O, I have seen enough to torture me! E. ANG. Nay, thou must feel them, taste the smart of all: He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall: And so I leave thee, Faustus, till anon; Then wilt thou tumble in confusion. FAUST. 150 [Exit. Hell disappears.-The clock strikes eleven. O Faustus! [The clock strikes twelve. It strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell! 200 O soul, be chang'd into small water-drops, And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! Thunder. Enter Devils. O, mercy, heaven! look not so fierce on me! 8 The theory held by Pythagoras, the Greek philosopher, that the soul, at death, passes into another body. For such a dreadful night was never seen; Since first the world's creation did begin, Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard: Pray heaven the doctor have escap'd the danger. SEC. SCHOL. O, help us, heaven! see, here are Faustus' limbs, All torn asunder by the hand of death! THIRD SCHOL. The devils whom Faustus serv'd have torn him thus; For, twixt the hours of twelve and one, me thought I heard him shriek and call aloud for help; At which self time the house seem'd all on fire 11 With dreadful horror of these damned fiends. SEC. SCHOL. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such As every Christian heart laments to think on, schools, We'll give his mangled limbs due burial; And all the students, cloth'd in mourning black, Shall wait upon his heavy funeral. Enter Chorus. [Exeunt. CHOR. Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, 20 And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough, 10 wits To practise more than heavenly power permits. [Exeunt. Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.11 9 sad 10 The laurel was sacred to Apollo. Symbolic here for distinction in science or poetry. 11 "The hour ends the day, the author ends the work.' |