THIRD SCHOL. He is not well with being oversolitary. SEC. SCHOL. If it be so, we'r have physicians, And Faustus shall be cur'd. THIRD SCHOL. 'Tis but a surfeit, sir; fear nothing. FAUST. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hatb 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 Fausmelancholy? 2 Another name for Pluto and his kingdom. 3 great thanks tus? 4 bond THIRD SCHOL. 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 so ever 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. 100 FAUST. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morn. ing, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. ALL. Faustus, farewell. [Exeunt Scholars. In what resplendent glory thou hadst sit In yonder throne, like those bright-shining saints, 130 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 firé, Were gluttons, and lov'l 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: Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make 160 [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! 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 shrick and call aloud for help; At which self time the house seem'd all on fire 11 With dreadful horror of these damnèd fends. SEC. SCHOL. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such As every Christian heart laments to think on, Yet, for he was a scholar once admir' For wondrous knowledge in our German 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 To practise more than heavenly power CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. Boatswain. Mariners. Other Spirits attending on Prospero. ACT I. On a ship at sca: a tempestuous noise of thun. der and lightning heard. Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN. MAST. Boatswain! BOATS. Here, master: what cheer? MAST. Good,1 speak to the mariners: fall to 't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. The Tempest is one of Shakespeare's maturest productions, and is commonly assigned to the year 1610 or 1611. It may have had its origin in the spur given to the imagination by the widespread interest in the newly discovered Bermudas, where in the year 1609 the vessel of Sir George Somers was wrecked. A romantic play, with elements of both tragedy and comedy, and an included masque (if that Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDIbe Shakespeare's); and with characters ranging from a brutish monster through the lowest and highest ranks of men to a creature of the spirit world, it contains perhaps in the master? Play the men. itself the best epitome of its creator's varied powers. Enter MARINERS. BOATS. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tends to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!5 "The persons in this play," writes Edward Dowden, "while remaining real and living, are conceived in a more abstract way, more as types, than those in any other work of Shakespeare. Prospero is the highest wisdom and moral attainment; Gonzalo is humorous common-sense incarnated; all that is meanest and most despicable appears in the wretched conspirators; Miranda, whose name seems to suggest wonder, is almost an elemental being, framed in the purest and simplest type of womanhood, yet made substantial by contrast with Ariel, who is an unbodied joy, too much a creature of light and air to know human affection or human sorrow: Caliban (the name formed from cannibal) stands at the other extreme, with all the elements in him-appetites, intellect, even imagination-out of which man emerges into early civilization, but with a moral nature that is still gross and malignant. Over all presides Prospero like a providence. And the spirit of reconciliation, of forgiveness, harmonizing the contentions of men, appears in The Tempest in the same noble manner that it appears in The Winter's Tale, Cymbeline, and Henry VIII.” "Nowhere," says Sidney Lee, "did Shakespeare give rein to his imagination with more imposing effect than in The Tempest. As in A Midsummer Night's Dream, magical or supernatural agencies are the mainsprings of the plot. But the tone is marked at all points by a solemnity and profundity of thought and sentiment which are lacking in the early comedy. In Prospero, the guiding providence of the romance, who resigns his magic power in the closing scene, traces have been sought of the lineaments of the dramatist himself, who in this play probably bade farewell to the enchanted work of his life." NAND, GONZALO, and others. ALON. Good boatswain, have care. Where's BOATS. I pray now, keep below. 11 hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! of our way, I say. Out [Exit. 29 GON. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his. hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage.s If he be not born to be [Exeunt. hanged, our case is miserable. Re-enter BOATSWAIN. or Our BOATS. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course.10 [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? 40 SEB. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! BOATS. Work you, then. The island. Before PROSPERO's cell. MIR. If by your art,14 my dearest father, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd ANT. Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noise- Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'd! maker. We are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. 10 Had I been any god of power, I would GON. I'll warrant him for11 drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere17 It should the good ship so have swallowed and The fraughting18 18 souls within her. shell. 50 BOATS. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter MARINERS, wet. MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! BOATS. What, must our mouths be cold? GON. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them, For our case is as theirs. SEB. I'm out of patience. ANT. We are merely 12 cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapped rascal,-would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides!‡ GON. 60 I have done nothing but in care of thee, MIR. 'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, He'll be hang'd yet, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: Though every drop of water swear against it, [A confused noise within: Mercy on us!'- 'Farewell, brother!''We split, we split, we ANT. Let's all sink with the king. SEB. Let's take leave of him.13 |