THETRAGICALL Hiſtory of Doctor Fauſtus. Aſit hath bene Acted by the Right Honorable the Earle of Nottingham hisſeruants. Writtenby Christopher Marlow. LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes for ThomasBuſhell. 1604.tragicall
HiſtorieofDoctor Fauſtus.Chorus.
marching now in fields of
Thracimene,
WhereMarsdid mate the Carthaginians,
Norſportingin the dalliance of loue,
Incourts of Kings where ſtateis ouerturnd,
Norin the pompe of prowd audacious deedes,
Intendsour Muſeto daunt his heauenly verſe:
Onelythis (Gentlemen) we muſtperforme,
Theforme of Fauſtusfortunes g∞dor bad.
Topatient Iudgements we appeale our plaude,
Andspeake for Fauſtusin his infancie:
Nowis he borne, his parents baſeof ſtocke,
InGermany,within a towne calld Rhodes:
Ofriper yéeres to Wertenberghe went,
Whereashis kinſmenchiefly brought him vp,
Soſ∞nehée profites in Diuinitie,
Thefruitfull plot of Scholeriſmegrac’t,
Thatſhortlyhe was grac’t with Doctors name,
Excellingall, whose ſwéetedelight diſputes
Inheauenly matters of Theologie,
Tillſwolnewith cunning of a ſelfeconceit,
Hiswaxen wings did mount aboue his reach,
Andmelting heauens conſpirdehis ouerthrow.
Forfalling to a diueliſhexerciſe,
Andglutted more with learnings golden gifts,
He ſurffetsvpon curſedNegromancy,
Nothing ſoſweeteas magicke is to him
Which he preferres before his chiefeſtbliſſe,
Andthis the man that in his ſtudyſits.Faustus in his Study.
Settlethy studies Fauſtus,and beginne
To ſoundthe deapth of that thou wilt profeſſe:
Hauingcommencde, be a Diuine in shew,
Yet leuell at the end of eueryArt,
And liue and die in Ariſtotlesworkes:
SwéeteAnulatikestis thou haſtrauiſhtme,
Benediſſerereeſtfinis logicis,
Is,to diſputewell, Logickes chiefeſtend
Aff∞rdsthis Art no greater myracle:
Then reade no more, thou haſtattaind the end:
A greater ſubiectfitteth Fauſtuswit,
Bid Oncaymæonfarewell, Galencome:
Séeing, vbideſinitphiloſophus,ibi incipit medicus.
Bea phyſitionFauſtus,heape vp golde,
And be eternizde for ſomewondrous cure,
Summumbonum medicinae ſanitas,
Theend of phyſickeis our bodies health:
Why Fauſtus,haſtthou not attaind that end?
Is not thy common talke soundAphoriſmes?
Arenot thy billes hung vp as monuments,
whereby whole Citties haueeſcaptthe plague,
And thouſanddeſpratemaladies béene eaſde,
Yetart thou still but Fauſtus,and a man.
wouldſtthou make man to liue eternally?
Or being dead, raiſethem to life againe?
Then this profeſſionwere to be eſtéemd.
Phyſickefarewell, where is Iuſtinian?
Sivna eademqueres legatus duobus,
Alterrem alter valorem rei, &c.
Apretty caſeof paltry legacies:
Exhæreditarifilium nonpoteſtpaterniſi:
Suchis the ſubiectof the inſtitute
Andvniuerſallbody of the Church:
Hisstudy fittes a mercenary drudge,
who aimes at nothing butexternall traſh,
Thedeuill and illiberall for me:
when all is done, Diuinitie isbeſt.
IeromesBible,Fauſtus,view it well.
Stipendiumpeccati mors eſt:ha,Stipendium, &c.
Thereward of ſinneis death: thatshard.
Sipeccaſſenegamus, fallimur, & nulla eſtin nobis veritas.
Ifwe ſaythat we haue no ſinne,
Wedeceiue our ſelues,and theres no truth in vs.
Why then belike we muſtſinne,
Andſoconſequentlydie.
I, we muſtdie an euerlaſtingdeath:
Whatdoctrine call you this, Cheſera,ſera,
Whatwil be, ſhallbe? Diuinitie, adieu,
TheſeMetaphiſickesof Magicians,
AndNegromantike bookes are heauenly
Lines, circles, ſceanes,letters and characters:
I, theſeare thoſethat Fauſtusmoſtdeſires.
Owhat a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honor, ofomnipotence
Is promiſedto the ſtudiousArtizan?
All things that m∞uebetweene the quiet poles
Shalbe at my commaund.Emperours and Kings,
Are but obeyd in their ſeuerallprouinces:
Nor can they raiſethe winde, or rend the cloudes:
But his dominion that excéedesin this,
Stretcheth as farre as doth the minde of man.
AſoundMagician is a mighty god:
Héere Fauſtustrie thy braines to gaine a deitie.Wagner.
commend me to my deere
ſtfriends,
The Germaine Valdes,and Cornelius,
Requeſtthem earneſtlyto viſiteme.Iwil ſir.Theirconference will be a greater help to me,
Thn all my labours,plodde I nere ſofaſt.the good Angell and the euill Angell.
A.
OFauſtus,laythat damned b∞keaſide,
Andgaze not on it, leſtit tempt thy ſoule,
Andheape Gods heauy wrath vpon thy head,
Reade, reade theſcriptures,that is blaſphemy.An.
Goforward Fauſtusin that famous art,
Wherein all natures treaſuryis containd:
Be thou on earth as Ioueis in the ſkie,
Lordand commaunder of theſeElements.Howam I glutted with conceit of this?
Shall I make ſpiritsfetch me what I pleaſe,
Reſolueme of all ambiguities,
Performe what deſperateenterpriſeI will?
Ile haue them flye to Indiafor gold,
Ranſackethe Ocean for orient pearle,
And ſearchall corners of the new found world
For pleaſantfruites and princely delicates:
Ile haue them reade méeſtraungephiloſophie,
Andtell the ſecretsof all forraine kings,
Ile haue them wall all Iermanywith braſſe,
Andmake ſwiftRhinecircle faire Wertenberge,
Ilehaue them fill the publike ſch∞leswith ſkill.
Wherewiththe ſtudentsſhalbebrauely clad:
Ile leuy ſouldierswith the coyne they bring,
And chaſethe Prince of Parmafrom our land,
And raigne ſoleking of all our prouinces:
Yea ſtrangerengines for the brunt of warre,
Then was the fiery kéele atAntwarpesbridge,
Ile make my ſeruileſpiritsto inuent:
Come GermaineValdesand Cornelius,
Andmake me bleſtwith your ſageconference,
Valdes,ſwéeteValdes,and Cornelius,Valdes and Cornelius.
that your words haue w
∞nme at the laſt,
TopractiſeMagicke and concealed arts:
Yet not your words onely, but mineowne fantaſie,
Thatwill receiue no obiect for my head,
But ruminates onNegromantique ſkill,
Philoſophyis odious and obſcure,
BothLaw and Phiſickeare for pettie wits,
Diuinitieis baſeſtof the thrée,
Vnpleaſant,harſh,contemptible and vilde,
Tis Magicke, Magicke that hath rauiſhtmée,
Then gentle friends ayde me in this attempt,
And Ithat haue with Conſiſſylogiſmes
Graueldthe Paſtorsof the Germaine Church,
And made the flowring pride ofWertenberge
Swarmeto my Problemes as the infernall ſpirits
OnſwéetMuſaeuswhenhe came to hell,
Will be as cunning as Agrippawas,
Whoſeſhadowesmade all Europehonorhim.Fauſtus,
theſeb∞kesthy wit and our experience
Shall make all nations to canonizevs,
As Indian M∞resobey their SpaniſhLords,
So ſhallthe ſubiectsof euery element
Be alwaies ſeruiceableto vs thrée,
Like Lyons ſhallthey guard vs when we pleaſe,
LikeAlmaineRutters with their horſemensſtaues,
OrLapland Gyants trotting by our ſides,
Sometimeslike women, or vnwedded maides,
Shadowing more beautie in theirayrie browes,
Then in their white breaſtsof the queene of Loue:
For Veniceſhallthey dregge huge Argoces,
And from Americathe golden fléece,
That yearely ſtuffesolde Philipstreaſury
Iflearned Fauſtuswillbe reſolute.Fau.Valdesasreſoluteam I in this
As thou to liue, therefore obiect it not.Corn.Themyracles that Magicke will performe,
Will make thée vow toſtudienothing elſe,
Hethat is grounded in Aſtrologie,
Inrichtwith tongues well ſéeneminerals,
Hathall the principles Magicke doth require,
Then doubt not(Fauſtus)but to be renowmd,
And more frequented for this myſtery,
Thenheretofore the Dolphian Oracle.
The ſpiritstell me they can drie the ſea,
Andfetch the treaſureof all forraine wrackes,
I, all the wealth that our forefathershid
Withinthe maſſieentrailes of the earth.
Thentell me Fauſtus,what ſhalwe three want?Fau.NothingCornelius,O this cheares my ſoule,
Comeſheweme ſomedemonſtrationsmagicall,
That I may coniure in ſomeluſtiegroue,
And haue theſeioyes in full poſſeſſion.Val.Thenhaſtethée to ſomeſolitarygroue,
And beare wiſeBaconsandAlbanusworkes,
TheHebrewPsalter, and new Teſtament,
Andwhatſoeuerelſeis requiſit
Weewill enforme thée ere our conference ceaſe.Cor.Valdes,firſtlet him know the words of art,
And then all other ceremonieslearnd,
Fauſtusmay trie his cunning by himſelfe.Val.FirſtIle inſtructthée in the rudiments,
And then wilt thou be perfecter then I.Fau.Thencome and dyne with me, and after meate
Wéele canuaseueryquidditie thereof:
For ere I ſleepeIletrie what I can do,
This night Ile coniure though I dietherefore.two Schollers.
Sch.
Iwonder whats become of Fauſtus,that was wont to make our schooles ring with,ſicprobo.Sch.
Thatſhallwe know, for ſeehere comes his boy.Wagner.
Sch.
Hownow ſirra,wheres thy maiſter?Godin heauen knowes.Why,doſtnot thou know?YesI know, but that followes not.Got∞sirra, leaue your ieaſting,and tell vs where hée is.Thatfollows not neceſſaryby force of argument, that you being licentiate ſhouldſtandvpon’t, therefore acknowledge your error, and be attentiue.Why,didſtthou not ſaythou knewſt?Haueyou any witneſſeon’t?Yes
ſirra,I heard you.Aſkemy fellow if I be a thiefe.Well,you will not tell vs.Yessir, I will tell you, yet if you were not dunces you would neuer aſkeme such a question, for is not he corpusnaturale,and is not that mobile,then wherefore ſhouldyou aſkeme ſucha question: but that I am by nature flegmaticke, slowe to wrath, andprone to leachery, (to loue I would ſay)it were not for you to come within fortie f∞teof the place of execution, although I do not doubt to ſéeyou both hang’d the next Seſſions.Thus hauing triumpht ouer you, I will set my countnance like apreciſian,and begin to ſpeakethus: truly my deare brethren, my maiſteris within at dinner with Valdesand Cornelius,as this wine if it could ſpeake,it would enforme your worſhips,and ſothe Lord bleſſeyou, preſerueyou, and kéepe you my deare brethren, my deare brethren.Nay then I feare he is falne into that damned art, for which they twoare infamous through the world.
Werehe a ſtranger,and not alied to me, yet ſhouldI grieue for him: but come let vs go and informe the Rector, and ſéeif hée by his graue counſailecan reclaime him.Obut I feare me nothing can reclaime him.Yetlet vs trie what we can do.Fau
ſtusto coniure.Nowthat the gl∞myſhadowof the earth,
Longing to view Orionsdriſlingl∞ke,f
romth’antartike world vnto the ſkie,
Anddimmes the welkin with her pitchy breath:
Fauſtus,begin thine incantations,
And trie if diuels will obey thyheſt,
Séeingthou haſtprayde and ſacrific’dto them.
VVithin this circleis Iehouahsname,
Forward andbackward, and Agramithiſt,
Thebreuiated names of holy Saints,
Figuresof euery adiunct to the heauens,
And characters of ſignesand erring ſtarres.
Bywhich the ſpiritsare inforſtto riſe,
Thenfeare not Fauſtus,but be reſolute,
Andtrie the vttermoſtMagicke can performe.mihi dei acherontis propitij, valeat numen triplex Iehou
æ,ignei, aerij, Aquatani ſpiritusſaluete,Orientis princeps Belſibub,inferni ardentis monarcha & demigorgon, propitiamus vos, vtapariat & ſurgatMephaſtophilis,quòd tumeraris, per Iehouam gehennam & conſecratamaquamquam nunc ſpargo,ſignúmquecrucis quodnunc facio, & per vota nostra ipſenunc ſurgatnobis dicatis Mephastophilis.a Diuell.
charge thée to returne and chaunge thy
ſhape,
Thouart t∞vgly to attend on me,
Goe and returne an old FranciſcanFrier,
That holy ſhapebecomes a diuell beſt.diuell.
ſéetheres vertue in my heauenly words,
Who would not be proficientin this art?
How pliant is this Mephaſtophilis?
Fullof obedience and humilitie,
Such is the force of Magicke and myſpels,
NoFauſtus,thou art Coniurer laureate
That canſtcommaund great Mephaſtophilis,
Quinregis Mephaſtophilisfratris imagine.Mephostophilis.
NowFauſtus,what wouldſtthou haue me do?Icharge thée wait vpon me whilſtI liue,do what euer
Fauſtusſhallcommaund,
Be it to make the M∞nedrop from her ſpheare,
Orthe Ocean to ouerwhelme the world.Iam a seruant to great Lucifer,
Andmay not follow thée without his leaue,
No more then hecommaunds muſtwe performe.Didnot he charge thée to appeare to mée?No,I came now hither of mine owne accord.Didnot my coniuring ſpéechesraiſethee? ſpeake.Thatwas the cauſe,but yet per accident,
For when we heare one racke the name ofGod,
Abiure the ſcriptures,and his Sauiour Chriſt,
Wéeflye, in hope to get his glorious ſoule,
Norwill we come, vnleſſehe vſeſuchmeanes
Whereby he is in danger to be damnd:
Therefore theſhorteſtcut for coniuring
Is ſtoutlyto abiure the Trinitie,
And pray deuoutly to the prince of hell.SoFauſtushath already done, &holds this principle
There is no chiefe but onely Belſibub,
Towhom Fauſtusdoth dedicate himſelfe,
Thisword damnation terrifies not him,
For he confounds hell inElizium,
Hisghoſtbe with the olde Philoſophers,
Butleauing theſevaine trifles of mens ſoules,
Tellme what is that Luciferthy Lord?Arch-regentand commaunder of all ſpirits.Wasnot that Luciferan Angell once?YesFauſtus,and most dearely lou’d of God.Howcomes it then that he is prince of diuels?Oby aſpiringpride and insolence,
For which God threw him from the face ofheauen.andwhat are you that liue with Lucifer?Vnhappyſpiritsthat fell with Lucifer,
Conspir'dagainſtour God with Lucifer,
Andare for euer damnd with Lucifer.VVhereare you damn’d?Inhell.Howcomes it then that thou art out of hel?Whythis is hel, nor am I out of it:
Thinkſtthou that I who ſawthe face of God,
And tasted the eternal ioyes of heauen,
Amnot tormented with ten thouſandhels,
In being depriv’d of euerlaſtingbliſſe:
OFauſtus,leaue theſefriuolousdemaunds,
which ſtrikea terror to my fainting ſoule.What,is great Mephaſtophilisſopaſſionate,
Forbeing deprivd of the ioyes of heauen?
Learne thou of Fauſtusmanly fortitude,
And ſcornethoſeioyes thou neuer ſhaltpoſſeſſe.
Gobeare thoſetidings to great Lucifer,
SéeingFauſtushath incurrd eternall death,
By deſpratethoughts againſtIouesdeitie:
Say, he ſurrendersvp to him his ſoule,
Sohe will ſparehim 24. yéeres,
Letting him liue in al voluptuouſneſſe,
Hauingthee euer to attend on me,
To giue me whatſoeuerI shal aſke,
Totel me whatſoeuerI demaund,
To ſlaymine enemies, and ayde my friends,
And alwayes be obedient to mywil:
Goe and returne to mighty Lucifer,
Andméete mée in my ſtudyat midnight,
And then reſolueme of thy maiſtersminde. Iwill Fauſtus.HadI asmany ſoulesas there be ſtarres,
Idegiue them al for Mephaſtophilis:
Byhim Ile be great Emprour of the world,
And make a bridge throughthe m∞uingayre,
To paſſethe Oceanwith a band of men,
Ile ioyne the hils that binde the Affrickeſhore,
Andmake that land continent to Spaine
Andboth contributory to my crowne:
The Emprour ſhalnot liue but by my leaue,
Nor any Potentate of Germany:
Nowthat I haue obtaind what I deſire,
Ileliue in ſpeculationof this Art,
Til Mephaſtophilisreturne againe.Wagner and the Clowne.
Sirraboy, come hither.How,boy? ſwownsboy, I hope you haue ſéenemany boyes with ſuchpickadevaunts as I haue. Boy quotha?Wag.Telme ſirra,haſtthou any commings in?I,and goings out t∞,you may ſéeelſe.Alasp∞reſlaue,ſéehow pouerty ieſtethin his nakedneſſe,the vilaine is bare, and out of ſeruice,and ſohungry, that I know he would giue his ſouleto the Diuel for a ſhoulderof mutton, though it were bl∞drawe.How,my ſouleto the Diuel for a ſhoulderof mutton though twere bl∞drawe? not ſog∞dfriend, burladie I had néede haue it wel roaſted,and good ſawceto it, if I pay ſodéere.wel,wilt thou ſerueme, and Ile make thée go like Quimihi diſcipulus?How,in verſe?Noſirra,in beaten ſilkeand ſtauesacre.how,how, knaues acre? I, I thought that was al the land his father lefthim: Doe yee heare, I would be ſorieto robbe you of your liuing.Sirra,I ſayin ſtauesacre.Oho,oho, ſtauesacre, why then belike, if I were your man, I ſhouldbe ful of vermine.Sothou ſhalt,whether thou béeſtwith me, or no: but ſirra,leaue your ieſting,and binde your ſelfepreſentlyvnto me for ſeauenyéeres, or Ile turne al the lice about thée into familiars, andthey ſhalteare thée in péeces.Doeyou heare ſir?you may ſauethat labour, they are t∞familiar with me already, ſwownsthey are as bolde with my fleſh,as if they had payd for my meate and drinke.wel,do you heare ſirra?holde, take theſegilders.Gridyrons,what be they?Whyfrench crownes.Masbut for the name of french crownes a manwere as g∞dhaue as many engliſhcounters, and what ſhouldI do with theſe?VVhynow ſirrathou art at an hours warning whenſoeueror whereſoeuerthe diuell ſhallfetch thee.No,no, here take your gridirons againe.TrulyIle none of them.Trulybut you ſhall.BearewitneſſeI gaue them him.BearewitneſſeI giue them you againe.VVell,I will cauſetwo diuels preſentlyto fetch thée away Balioland Belcher.Letyour Balioland your Belchercome here, and Ile knocke them, they were neuer ſoknockt ſincethey were diuels, ſayI ſhouldkill one of them, what would folkes ſay?Do ye ſeeyonder tall fellow in the round flop, hee has kild the diuell, ſoI ſhouldbecald kill diuell all the pariſhouer.two diuells, and the clowne runnes up and downe crying.
Baliolland Belcher,ſpiritsaway. what,are they gone? a vengeance on them, they haue vilde long nailes,there was a hee diuell and a ſhéediuell, Ile tellyou how you ſhallknow them, all hée diuels has hornes,and all ſhéediuels had clifts and clouen feete.Wellſirrafollow me.Butdo youhear? if I ſhouldſerueyou, would you teach meto raiſevp Baniosand Belcheos?Iwill teach thée to turne thy ſelfe to ///////g, to a dogge, or acatte, or a mouſe, or a ratte, or any thing.How?aChriſtianfellow to a dogge or a catte, a mouſeor a ratte? no,no ſir,if you turne me into any thing, let it be in the likeneſſeof a little pretie friſkingflea, that I may be here and there and euery where, O Ile tickle thepretie wenches plackets Ile be amongſtthem ifaith.Welſirra,come.Butdoe you heare Wagner?HowBa/iollandBelcher.OLord I pray ſir,let Banioand Belchergo sléepe.Vilaine,call me Maiſter Wagner,and let thy left eye be diametarily fixt vpon my right heele, withquaſiveſtigias nostras inſistere.Godforgiue me, he ſpeakesDutch fuſtian:well, Ile folow him, Ile ſeruehim, thats flat. Fauſtus in his Study.
NowFauſtusmuſtthou néedes be damnd,
And canſtthou not be ſaued?
whatb∞tesit then to thinke of God or heauen?
Away with ſuchvaine fancies and deſpaire,
Deſpairein God, and truſtin Belſabub:
Nowgo not backeward: no Fauſtus,be reſolute,
whywauereſtthou? O ſomethingſoundethin mine eares:
Abiure this Magicke, turne to God againe.
Iand Fauſtuswil turne to God againe.
To God? he loues thee not,
The godthou ſerueſtis thine owne appetite,
wherein is fixt the loue of Belſabub,
Tohim Ile build an altare and a church,
And offer luke warme bl∞dof new borne babes.good Angell, and Euill.
Angel
SwéetFauſtus,leaue that execrable art.Contrition,prayer, repentance: what of them?Angel
Othey are meanes to bring thée vnto heauen.Angel
Ratherilluſionsfruites of lunacy,
That makes men f∞liſhthat do truſtthem moſt.Angel
SwéetFauſtusthinke of heauen, and heauenly things.Angel
NoFauſtus,thinke of honor and wealth.Ofwealth,the
ſignoryof Emden ſhalbemine,
when Mephaſtophilusſhalſtandby me,
What God can hurt thée Fauſtus?thou art ſafe,
Caſtno more doubts, come Mephaſtophilus,
Andbring glad tidings from great Lucifer:
Iſtnot midnight? come Mephaſtophilus,
Veniveni MephaſtophileMeph:
tel, what sayes
Luciferthy Lord?ThatI ſhalwaite on Fauſtuswhilst I liue,
So he wil buy my ſeruicewith his ſoule.AlreadyFauſtushath hazarded that for thée.ButFauſtus,thou muſtbequeathe it ſolemnely,
Andwrite a déede of gift with thine owne bl∞d,
Forthat ſecuritycraues great Lucifer:
Ifthou deny it, I wil backe to hel. StayMephaſtophilus,and tel me, what g∞dwil my ſouledo thy Lord?Inlargehis kingdome.Isthat the reaſonhe tempts vs thus?Solamenmiſerisſocioshabuiſſedoloris.Haueyou any paine that tortures others?Asgreat as haue the humane ſoulesof men:
But tel me Fauſtus,ſhalI haue thy ſoule,
AndI wil be thy ſlaue,and waite on thée,
And giue thée more than thou haſtwit to aſke.IMephaſtophilus,I giue it thée.Thenſtabbethine arme couragiouſly,
Andbinde thy ſoule,that at ſomecertaine day
Great Lucifermay claime it as his owne,
And then be thou as great as Lucifer.LoeMephaſtophilus,for loue of thée,
I cut mine arme, and with my properbl∞d
Aſſuremy ſouleto be great Lucifers,
ChiefeLord and regent of pe/petual night,
View heere the bl∞dthat trickles from mine arme,
And let it be propitious for mywiſh.ButFauſtus,thou muſtwrite it in manner of a déede of gift.IſoI will, but Mephaſtophilismy bloud conieales and I can write no more.Ilefetch thée fier to diſſolueit ſtraight.Whatmight the ſtayingof my bloud portend?
Is it vnwilling I ſhouldwrite this bill?
Why ſtreamesit not, that I may write afreſh?
Fauſtusgiues to thee his ſoule:ah there it ſtayde,
Whyſhouldſtthou not? is not thy ſoulethine owne?
Then write againe, Fauſtusgiues to thée his ſoule.Mepha
ſtophiliswith a chafer of coles.Heresfier, come Fauſtus,ſetit on.Sonow the bloud begins to cleare againe,
Now will I make an endeimmediately.Owhat will not I do to obtaine his ſoule?Conſummatumeſt,this Bill is ended,
And Fauſtushath bequeath’d his ſouleto Lucifer.
Butwhat is this inſcriptionon mine arme?
Homofuge,whither ſhouldI flie?
If vnto God hée’le throwe thée downe to hell,
Myſencesare deceiu’d, here’s nothing writ,
I ſéeit plaine, here in this place is writ,
Homofuge,yet ſhallnot Fauſtusflye.Ilefetch him ſomewhatto delight his minde.with diuels, giuing crownes and rich apparell to Fauſtus, anddaunce, and then depart.
SpeakeMephaſtophilis,what meanes this ſhewe?NothingFauſtus,but to delight thy minde withall,
And to ſhewethee what Magicke can performe.Butmay I raise vp ſpiritswhen I pleaſe?IFauſtus,and do greater things then theſe.Thentheres inough for a thouſandſoules,
HereMephaſtophilisreceiue this ſcrowle,
Adéede of gift of body and of ſoule:
Butyet conditionally, that thou performe
All articles preſcrib’dbetwéenevs both.Fauſtus,I ſweareby hel and Lucifer
Toeffect all promiſesbetweene vs made.Thenheare me reade them: on theſeconditions following.that
Fauſtusmay be a ſpiritin formeand ſubſtance.that
Mephaſtophilisſhallbe his ſeruant,and at his commaund.that
Mephaſtophilisſhalldo for him, and bring him whatsoeuer.that hee
ſhallbe in his chamber or houſeinuiſible.that hee
ſhallappeare to the ſaidIohnFauſtusat all times, in what forme or ſhapeſoeuerhe pleaſe.
IIohnFauſtusof Wertenberge,Doctor, by theſepreſents,do giue both body and ſouleto Luciferprince of the Eaſt,and his miniſterMephaſtophilis,and furthermore graunt vnto them, that 24. yeares being expired, thearticles aboue written inuiolate, full power to fetch or carry theſaidIohnFauſtusbody and ſoule,flesh, bloud, or goods, into their habitation whereſoeuer.me Iohn Fauſtus.
SpeakeFauſtus,do you deliuer this as your déede?I,take it, and the diuell giue thee g∞don/t.NowFauſtusaſkewhat thou wilt.Firſtwill I queſtionwith thée about hell,
Tel me, where is the place that men callhell?Vnderthe heauens.I,but where about?Withinthe bowels of theſeelements,
Where we are tortur’d and remaine for euer,
Hellhath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d
In one ſelfeplace, for wherewe are is hell,
And where hell is, muſtwe euer be:
And to conclude, when all the world diſſolues,
Andeuery creature ſhalbepurified,
All places ſhallbe hell that is not heauen.Come,I thinke hell’s a fable.I,thinke ſoſtill,till experience change thy minde.Why?thinkſtthou then that Faustus ſhallbée damn’d?Iof neceſſitie,for here’s the ſcrowle,
Whereinthou haſtgiuen thy ſouleto Lucifer.I,and body t∞,but what of that?
Thinkſtthou that Fauſtusis ſofond,
Toimagine, that after this life there is any paine?
Tuſhtheſeare trifles and méere olde wiues tales.ButFauſtusI am an inſtanceto proue the contrary
For I am damnd, and am now in hell.How?now in hell? nay, and this be hell, Ile willingly be damnd here: whatwalking, diſputing,&c. But leauing off this, let me haue a wife, the faireſtmaid in Germany,for I am wanton and laſciuious,and can not liue without a wife.How,a wife? I prithée Fauſtustalke not of a wife.NayſweeteMephaſtophilisfetch me one, for I will haue one.VVellthou wilt haue one, ſitthere till I come, Ile fetch thée a wife in the diuels name.with a diuell dreſt like a woman, with fier workes.
TelFauſtus,how doſtthou like thy wife?Aplague on her for a hote whore.TutFauſtus,marriage is but a ceremoniall toy, if
thou loueſtme, thinke more of it.cull thée out the faire
ſtcurtezans,
And bring them eu’ry morning to thy bed,
Shewhome thine eie ſhalllike, thy heart ſhalhaue,
Be ſheas chaſteas was Penelope,
Aswiſeas Saba,or as beautiful
As was bright Luciferbefore his fall.
Hold,take this b∞ke,peruſeit thorowly,
The iterating of theſelines brings golde,
The framing of this circle on theground,
Brings whirlewindes, tempeſts,thunder and lightning.
Pronounce this thrice deuoutly to thyſelfe,
Andmen in armour ſhalappeare to thee,
Ready to execute what thou deſirſt.ThankesMephaſtophilus,yet faine would I haue a b∞kewherein I might beholde al ſpelsand incantations, that I might raiſevp ſpiritswhen I pleaſe.Herethey are in this b∞ke.turne to them
Nowwould I haue a b∞kewhere I might ſéeal characters and planets of the heauens, that I might knowe theirmotions and diſpoſitions.Héerethey are t∞.to them
Naylet me haue one b∞kemore, and then I haue done, wherein I might ſéeal plants, hearbes and trées that grow vpon the earth.Herethey be.Othou art deceiued.TutI warrant thée.to them
WhenI behold the heauens, then I repent,
And curſethée wicked Mephaſtophilus,
Becauſethou haſtdepriu’d me of thoſeioyes.whyFauſtus,
Thinkſtthou heauen is ſucha glorious thing?
I tel thée tis not halfe ſofaire as thou,
Or any man that breathes on earth.Howpr∞ueſtthou that?Itwas made forman, therefore is man more excellent.Ifit were made for man, twas made for me:
I wil renounce thismagicke, and repent.good Angel, and euill Angel.
An:
Fauſtus,repent yet, God wil pitty thée.An:
Thouart a ſpirite,God cannot pitty thée.whobuzzeth in mine eares I am a ſpirite?
BeI a diuel, yet God may pitty me,
I God wil pitty me, if Irepent.An:
Ibut Fauſtusneuer ſhalrepent.Myhearts ſohardned I cannot repent,
Scarſecan I name ſaluation,faith, or heauen,
But feareful ecchoes thunders in mineeares,
Fauſtus,thou art damnd, then ſwordesand kniues,
Poyſon,gunnes, halters, and invenomd ſtéele
Arelayde before me to diſpatchmy ſelfe,
Andlong ere this I ſhouldhaue ſlainemy ſelfe,
Hadnot ſwéetepleaſureconquerd déepe diſpaire.
Hauenot I made blinde Homerſingto me,
Of Alexandersloue, and Enonsdeath,
And hath not he that built the walles of Thebes,
Withrauiſhingſoundof his melodious harp
Made muſickewith my Mephaſtophilis,
WhyſhouldI dye then, or baſelydiſpaire?
Iam reſolu’dFauſtusſhalnere repent,
Come Mephaſtophilis,let vs diſputeagaine,
And argue of diuine Aſtrologie,
Telme, are there many heauens aboue the M∞ne?
Areall celeſtiallbodies but one globe,
As is the ſubſtanceof this centricke earth?Asare the elements, ſuchare the ſpheares,
Mutuallyfolded in each others orbe,
And Fauſtusall iointly moue vpon one axletrée,
Whose terminine is tearmdthe worlds wide pole,
Nor are the names of Saturne,Mars,or Iupiter
Faind,but are erring ſtarres.Buttell me, haue they all one motion? both ſitu&tempore.Allioyntly moue from Eaſtto Weſtin 24. hours vpon the poles of the world, but differ in their motionvpon the poles of the Zodiake.Tuſh,theſeſlendertrifles Wagnercan decide,
Hath Mephaſtophilusno greater ſkill?
Whoknowes not the double motion of the plannets?
Thefirſtis finiſhtin anaturall day,ſecondthus, as Saturnein 30. yeares, Iupiterin 12. Marsin 4. the Sunne, Venus,and Mercury in a yeare: the M∞nein 28. dayes. Tuſhtheſeare freſhmens ſuppoſitions,but tell me, hath euery ſphearea dominion or Intelligentij?I.Howmany heauens or ſphearesare there?Nine,the ſeuenplanets, the firmament, and the imperiall heauen.VVell,reſolueme in this queſtion,why haue wée not coniunctions, oppoſitions,aſpects,eclipſis,all at one time, but in ſomeyeares we haue more, in ſomeleſſe?Perinaequalem motum reſpectutotius.Well,I am anſwered,tell me who made the world?Iwill not.SweeteMephaſtophilustell me.Moueme not, for I will not tell thée.Villaine,haue I not bound thée to tel me any thing?I,that is not againſtour kingdome, but this is,
Thinke thou on hell Fauſtus,for thou art damnd.ThinkeFauſtusvpon God that made the world.Rememberthis.I,goe accurſedſpiritto vgly hell,
Tis thou haſtdamnd diſtreſſedFauſtusſoule:
Iſtnot t∞late?good Angell and euill.
A.
T∞late.A.
Neuert∞late, if Fauſtuscan repent.A.
Ifthou repent diuels ſhallteare thee in péeces.A.
Repent,& they ſhalneuer race thy ſkin.AhChriſtmy Sauiour, ſeeketo ſauedistreſſedFauſtusſoule.Lucifer, Bel
ſabub,and Mephaſtophilus.Chriſtcannot ſauethy ſoule,for he is iuſt,
Theresnone but I haue intreſtin the same.Owho art thou that l∞kſtſoterrible?Iam Lucifer,and this is my companion Prince in hel.OFauſtus,they are come to fetch away thy ſoule.wecome to tell thée thou doſtiniure vs,
Thou talkſtof Chriſt,contrary to thy promiſe
Thouſhouldſtnot thinke of God, thinke of the deuil,
And of his dame t∞.Norwill Ihenceforth: pardon me in this,
And Fauſtusvowes neuer to l∞ketoheauen,
Neuer to name God, or to pray to him,
To burne hisScriptures, ſlayhis Miniſters,
Andmake my ſpiritespull his churches downe.Doſo,and we will highly gratifie thee:we are come from hel to
ſhewthée ſomepaſtime:ſitdowne, and thou ſhaltſeeal the ſeauendeadly ſinnesappeare in their proper ſhapes.Thatſightwill be as pleaſingvnto me, as paradiſewas to Adam,thefirſtday of his creation.Talke not of paradi
ſe,nor creation, but marke this ſhew,talke of the diuel, and nothing elſe:come away.the
ſeauendeadly ſinnes.Fau
ſtus,examine them of their ſeueralnames and dispositions.Whatart thou? the first.Iam Pride, I disdaine to haue any parents, I am like to Ouidsflea, I can créepe into euery corner of a wench, ſometimeslike a periwig, I sit vpon her brow, or like a fan of feathers, Ikiſſeher lippes, indéede I doe, what doe I not? but fie, what a ſcentis here? Ile not ſpeakean other worde, except the ground were perfumde and couered withcloth of arras.Whatart thou? the ſecond.Iam Couetouſnes,begotten of an olde churle, in an olde leatherne bag: and might Ihaue 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 g∞dcheſt,O my ſweetegolde.Whatart thou? the third.Iam Wrath,I had neither father nor mother, I leapt out of a lions mouth, when Iwas ſcarcehalf an houre olde, and euer ſinceI haue runne vp and downe the worlde, with this caſeof rapiers wounding my ſelfe,when I had no body to fight withal: I was borne in hel, and l∞keto it, for ſomeof you ſhalbemy father.whatart thou? the fourth.Iam Enuy,begotten of a Chimney-ſwéeper,and an Oyſterwife, I cannot reade, and therefore wiſhal b∞keswere burnt: I am leane with ſéeingothers eate, O that there would come a famine through all the worlde,that all might die, and I liue alone, then thou ſhouldſtſeehow fatt I would be: but muſtthou ſitand I stand? come downe with a vengeance.Awayenuious raſcall:what art thou? the fift.whoI sir, I am Gluttony, my parents are al dead, and the diuel a penythey haue left me, but a bare pention, and that is 30. meales a day,and tenne beauers, a ſmalltriflle to ſufficenature, O I come of a royall parentage, my grandfather was a gammonof bacon, my grandmother a hogs head of Claret-wine: My godfatherswere theſe,Peter Pickle-herring, and Martin Martlemas biefe, O but my godmotherſhewas a iolly gentlewoman, and welbeloued in euery good towne andCitie, her name was miſtreſſeMargery March-béere: now Fauſtus,thou haſtheard all my Progeny, wilt thou bid me to ſupper?No,Ile ſéethée hanged, thou wilt eate vp all my victualls.Thenthe diuell choake thée.Choakethy ſelfeglutton: what art thou? the ſixt.Iam ſloath,I was begotten on a ſunnybanke, where I haue laine euer ſince,and you haue done me great iniury to bring me from thence, let me becarried thitheragaine by Gluttony and Leachery, Ile not ſpeakean other word for a Kings rannſome.Whatare you miſtreſſeminkes? the ſeauenthand laſt.WhoI sir? I am one that loues an inch of raw Mutton better then an ellof frideſtock-fiſh,and the firſtletter of my name beginnes with leachery.to hel, to hel.
the
ſinnes.NowFauſtus,how doſtthou like this?Othis feedes my ſoule.ButFauſtus,in hel is al manner of delight.Omight I ſéehel, and returne againe, how happy were I then?Thouſhalt,I wil ſendfor thée at midnight, in mean time take this b∞ke,peruſeit throwly, and thou ſhaltturne thy ſelfeinto what ſhapethou wilt.Greatthankes mighty Lucifer, this wil I kéepe as chary as my life.FarewelFauſtus,and thinke on the diuel.Farewelgreat Lucifer,come Mephaſtophilis.omnes.
Wagner ſolus.
LearnedFauſtus,
Toknow the ſecretsof Aſtronomy,
Grauenin the b∞keof Ioueshie firmament,
Did mount himſelfeto scale Olympustop,
Being ſeatedin a chariot burning bright,
Drawne bythe ſtrengthof yoky dragons neckes,
He now is gone to pr∞ueCoſmography,
Andas I gueſſe,wil firſtariue at Rome,
Toſeethe Pope, and manner of his court,
And take ſomepart of holy Petersfeaſt,
Thatto this day is highly ſolemnizd.Wagner
Hauingnow, my g∞dMephaſtophilus,
Paſtwith delight the ſtatelytowne of Trier,
Inuirondround with ayrie mountaine tops,
With walles of flint, and déepeintrenched lakes,
Not to be wonne by any conquering prince,
FromParisnext coaſtingthe Realme of France,
Wée ſawethe riuer Mainefall into Rhine,
VVhoſebankes are ſetwith groues of fruitful vines.
Then vp to Naples,rich Campania,
VVhoſebuildings faire and gorgeous to the eye,
The ſtréetesſtraightforth, and pau’d with fineſtbricke,
Quarters the towne in foure equiuolence.
Thereſawewe learned Maroesgoldentombe,
The way he cut an Engliſhmile in length,
Thorough a rocke of ſtonein one nights ſpace.
Fromthenceto Venice,Padua,and the reſt,
Inmidſtof which a ſumptuousTemple ſtands,
Thatthreats the ſtarreswith her aſpiringtoppe.
Thus hitherto hath Fauſtusſpenthis time,
But tellme now, what reſtingplace is this?
Haſtthou as erſtI did commaund,
Conducted me within the walles of Rome?FauſtusI haue, and becauſewe wil not be vnprouided, I haue taken vp his holineſſepriuy chamber for our vſe.Ihope his holineſſewill bid vs welcome.Tut,tis no matter man, wéele be bold with his g∞dcheare,
And now my Fauſtus,that thou maiſtperceiue
What Romecontaineth to delight thée with,
Know that this Citie ſtandsvpon ſeuenhilles
That vnderprops the groundworkeof the ſame,
Ouerthe which foure ſtatelybridges leane,
That makes ſafepaſſageto each part of Rome.
Vponthe bridge call’d PontoAngelo,
Erectedis a Caſtlepaſſingſtrong,
Withinwhoſewalles ſuchſtoreof ordonance are,
And double Canons, fram’d of caruedbraſſe,
Asmatch the dayes within one compleate yeare,
Beſidesthe gates and high piramides,
Which IuliusCæſarbrought from Affrica.Nowby the kingdomes of infernall rule,
Of Styx,Acheron,and the fiery lake
Of euer-burningPhlegitonI ſweare,
ThatI do long to ſéethe monuments
And ſcituationof bright ſplendantRome,
Cometherefore lets away.NayFauſtusſtay,I know youd faine ſéethe Pope,
And take ſomepart of holy Petersfeaſt,
Wherethou ſhaltſeea troupsof bald-pate Friers,
Whoſeſummumbonumis in belly-cheare.Well, I am content, to compa
ſſethen ſomesport,
And by their folly make vs merriment,charme me that I may be inui
ſible,to do what I pleaſevnſeeneof any whilſtI stay in Rome.SoFauſtus,now do what thou wilt, thou ſhaltnot be diſcerned.a Sonnet, enter the Pope and the Cardinall of Lorraine to the banket,with Friers attending.
MyLord of Lorraine, wilt pleaſeyou draw neare.Fallt∞,and the diuel choake you and you ſpare.Hownow, whoſethat which ſpake?Friers l∞keabout.Héere’sno body, if it like your Holyneſſe.MyLord, here is a daintie diſhwas ſentme from the Biſhopof Millaine.Ithanke you ſir.it.
How now, who
ſethat which ſnatchtthe meate from me? will no man l∞ke?Lord, this di
ſhwas ſentme from the Cardinall of Florence.Youſaytrue, Ile hate.Whatagaine? my Lord Ile drinke to your graceIlepledge your grace.MyLord, it may be ſomeghoſtnewly crept out of Purgatory come to begge a pardon of yourholineſſe.Itmay be ſo,Friers prepare a dirge to lay the fury of this ghoſt,once againe my Lord fall t∞.Pope croſſeth himſelfe.
What,are you croſſingof your ſelfe?
VVellvſethat tricke no more, I would aduiſeyou.againe.
VVell,theres the ſecondtime, aware the third,
I giue you faire warning.againe, and Fauſtus hits him a boxe of the eare, and they all runneaway.
Comeon Mephaſtophilis,what ſhallwe do?NayI know not, we ſhalbecurſtwith bell, b∞ke,and candle.How?bell, b∞ke,and candle, candle, b∞ke,and bell,
Forward and backward, to curſeFauſtusto hell.you shal heare a hogge grunt, a calfe bl
eate,and an aſſebraye, because it is S. Petersholy day.all the Friers to ſing the Dirge.
Comebrethren, lets about our busineſſewith g∞ddeuotion.this.
Curſedbe hee that ſtoleaway his holineſemeate from the table.dominus.
be hee that
ſtrookehis holineſſea blowe on the face.dominus.
be he that tooke Fri
erSandeloa blow on the pate.&c.
be he that di
ſturbethour holy Dirge.&c.
be he that tooke away his holine
ſſewine.dominus.
omnes sancti. Amen.
the Friers, and fling fier-workes among them, and
ſoExeunt.Chorus.
Fau
ſtushad with pleaſuretane the view
Of rareſtthings, and royal courts of kings,
Hée ſtaydehis courſe,and ſoreturned home,
Where ſuchas beare his abſence,but with griefe,
I meane his friends and neareſtcompanions,
Did gratulate his ſafetiewith kinde words,
And in their conference of whatbefell,
Touching his iourney through the world and ayre,
Theyput forth queſtionsof Aſtrologie,
VVhichFauſtusanſwerdwith ſuchlearned ſkill,
Asthey admirde and wondredat his wit.
Now is his fame ſpreadforth in euery land,
Amongſtthe reſtthe Emperour is one,
Carolusthe fift, at whoſepallace now
Fauſtusis feaſtedmongſthis noble men.
VVhat there he did in triall of his art,
Ileaue vntold, your eyes ſhallſeeperformd.Robin the Ostler with a booke in his hand
Othis is admirable! here I ha ſtolneone of doctor Fauſtusconiuring b∞ks,and ifaithI meane to ſearchſomecircles for my owne vſe:now wil I make al the maidensin our pariſhdance at my pleaſureſtarkenaked before me, and ſoby that meanes I ſhalſeemore then ere I felt, or ſawyet.Rafe calling Robin.
Robin,
pretheecome away, theres a Gentleman tarries to haue his horſe,and he would haue his things rubd and made cleane: he keepes ſucha chafing with my miſtrisabout it, and ſhehas ſentme to looke thée out, prethée come away.Keepeout, kéep out, or elſeyou are blowne vp, you are diſmembredRafe,kéepe out, for I am about a roaring peece of worke.Come,what doeſtthou with that ſameb∞kethou canſtnot reade?Yes,my maiſterand miſtrisſhalfinde that I can reade, he for his forehead, ſhefor her priuate ſtudy,ſhée’sborne to beare with me, or elſemy Art failes.WhyRobinwhat b∞keis that?Whatb∞ke?why the moſtintollerable b∞kefor coniuring that ere was inuented by any brimſtonediuel.Canſtthou coniure with it?Ican do al theſethings eaſilywith it: firſt,I can make thée druncke with ‘ipocraſeat any taberne in Europe for nothing, thats one of my coniuringworkes.OurmaiſterParſonſayesthats nothing.TrueRafe,and more Rafe,if thou haſtany mind to NanSpitour kitchin maide, then turne her and wind hir to thy owne vſe,as often as thou wilt, and at midnight.Obraue Robin;ſhalI haue NanSpit,and to mine owne vſe?On that condition Ile feede thy diuel with horſebreadas long as he liues, of frée coſt.Nomore ſwéeteRafe,letts goe and make cleane our b∞teswhich lie foule vpon our handes, and then to our coniuring in thediuels name.Robin and Rafe with a
ſiluerGoblet.ComeRafe,did not I tell thee, we were for euer made by this doctor Fauſtusb∞ke?ecceſignum,héeres a ſimplepurchaſefor horſe-kéepers,our horſesſhaleate no hay as long as this laſts.the Vintner.
ButRobin,here comes the vintner.Huſh,Ile gul him ſupernaturally:Drawer, I hope al is payd, God be with you, come Rafe.Softſir,a word with you, I muſtyet haue a goblet payde from you ere you goe.Ia goblet Rafe,I a goblet? I scorne you: and you are but a &c. I a goblet?ſearchme.Imeane ſoſirwith your fauor.Howſayyou now?Imuſtſayſomewhatto your felow, you ſir.Meſir,me ſir,ſearchyour fill: now ſir,you may be aſhamedto burden honeſtmen with a matter of truth.Wel,tone of you hath this goblet about you.Youlie Drawer, tis afore me: ſirrayou, Ile teach ye to impeach honeſtmen: ſtandby, Ile ſcowreyou for a goblet, ſtandaſideyou had beſt,I charge you in the name of Belzabub: l∞keto the goblet Rafe.whatmeane you ſirra?Iletel you what I meane.reades.
Periphrasticon
:nay Ile tickle you Vintner, l∞keto the goblet Rafe,PolypragmosBelſeboramsframantopacostiphostoſtuMephastophilis, &c.Mephostophilis:
ſetsſquibsat their backes: they runne about.Onomine Domine,what meanſtthou Robin?Thou haſtno goblet.Peccatumpeccatorum,héeres thy goblet, g∞dVintner.Miſericordiapro nobiswhat ſhalI doe? g∞ddiuel forgiue me now, and Ile neuer rob thy Library more.to them Meph.
Vaniſhvilaines, th one like an Ape, an other like a Beare, the third anAſſe,for doing this enterpriſe.of hel, vnder who
ſeblacke ſuruey
GreatPotentates do kneele with awful feare,
Vpon whoſealtars thouſandſoulesdo lie,
How am I vexed with theſevilaines charmes?
From Conſtantinopleam I hither come,
Onely for pleaſureof theſedamned ſlaues.How,from Conſtantinople?you haue had a great iourney, wil you take ſixepence in your purſeto pay for your ſupper,and be gone?welvillaines, for your preſumption,I tranſformethée into an Ape, and thée into a Dog, and ſobe gone.How,into an Ape? thats braue, Ile haue fine ſportwith the boyes, Ile get nuts and apples enow.AndI muſtbe a Dogge.Ifaiththy headwil neuer be out of the potage pot.Emperor, Faustus, and a Knight, with Attendants.
Maiſterdoctor Fauſtus,I haue heard ſtrangereport of thy knowledge in the blacke Arte, how that none in myEmpire, nor in the whole world can compare with thée, for the rareeffects of Magicke: they ſaythou haſta familiar ſpirit,by whome thou canſtaccompliſhwhat thou liſt,this therefore is my requeſt,that thou let me ſéeſomepr∞feof thy ſkil,that mine eies may be witneſſesto confirme what mine eares haue heard reported, and here I ſweareto thée, by the honor of mine Imperial crowne, that what euer thoudoeſt,thou ſhaltbe no wayes preiudiced or indamaged.Ifaithhe l∞kesmuch like a coniurer. aſide.Mygratious Soueraigne, though I muſtconfeſſemy ſelfefarre inferior to the report men haue publiſhed,and nothing anſwerableto the honor of your Imperial maieſty,yet for that loue and duety bindes me therevnto, I am content to dowhatſoeueryour maieſtyſhallcommand me.Thendoctor Fauſtus,marke what I ſhallſay,As I was ſometimeſolitaryſet,within my Cloſet, ſundrythoughts aroſe,about the honour of mine aunceſtors,howe they had wonne by proweſſeſuchexploits, gote ſuchriches, ſubduedſomany kingdomes, as we that do ſuccéede,or they that ſhalhereafter poſſeſſeour throne, ſhal(I feare me) neuer attaine to that degrée of high renowne and greatauthoritie, amongeſtwhich kings is Alexanderthe great, chiefe ſpectacleof the worldes preheminence,ſhiningof whoſeglorious actes
Lightens the world with his reflecting beames,
Aswhen I heare but motion made of him,
It grieues my ſouleI neuer ſawthe man:
If therefore thou, by cunning of thine Art,
Canſtraiſethis man from hollow vaults below,
where lies intombde thisfamous Conquerour,
And bring with him his beauteousParamour,
Both in their right ſhapes,geſture,and attire
They vſdeto weare during their time of life,
Thou ſhaltboth ſatiſfiemy iuſtdeſire,
Andgiue me cauſeto praiſethée whilſtI liue.Mygratious Lord, I am ready to accompliſhyour requeſt,ſofarre forth as by art and power of my ſpiritI am able to performe.Ifaith thats iuſtnothing at all. aſide.Butif it like your Grace, it is not in my abilitie to preſentbefore your eyes, the true ſubstantiallbodies of thoſetwo deceaſedprinces which long ſinceare conſumedto duſt.Imary maſterdoctor, now theres a ſigneof grace in you, when you wil confeſſethe trueth. aſide.Butſuchſpiritesas can liuely reſembleAlexanderand his Paramour, ſhalappeare before your Grace, in that manner that they beſtliu’d in, in their most floriſhingeſtate,which I doubt not ſhalſufficientlycontent your Imperiall maieſty.Goto maiſterDoctor, let me ſéethem preſently.Doyou heare maiſterDoctor? you bring Alexanderand his paramour before the emperor?Howthen ſir?Ifaiththats as true as Dianaturnd me to a ſtag.Noſirbut when Acteondied, he left the hornes for you: Mephaſtophilisbe gone.Meph.
Nay,and you go to coniuring, Ile be gone.Kn:
Ileméete with you anone for interrupting me ſo:héere they are my gratious Lord.Meph: with Alexander and his paramour.
MaiſterDoctor, I heard this Lady while ſheliu’d had a wart or moale in her necke, how ſhalI know whether it be ſoor no?Yourhighnes may boldly go and ſée.Alex:
Suretheſeare no ſpirites,but the true ſubſtantiallbodies of thoſetwo deceaſedprinces.wiltpleaſeyour highnes now to ſendfor the knight that was ſopleaſantwith me here of late?Oneof you call him f∞rth.the Knight with a paire of hornes on his head.
Hownow ſirKnight? why I had thought thou hadſtbeene a batcheler, but now I ſéethou haſta wife, that not only giues thee hornes, but makes thée weare them,feele on thy head.Thoudamned wretch, and execrable dogge,
Bred in the concaue of ſomemonſtrousrocke:
How darſtthou thus abuſea Gentleman?
Vilaine I ſay,vndo what thou haſtdone.Onot ſofaſtſir,theres no haſtebut g∞d,are you remembred how you croſſedme in my conference with the emperour? I thinke I haue met with youfor it.GoodMaiſterDoctor, at my intreaty releaſehim, he hath done penance ſufficient.MyGratious Lord, not ſomuch for the iniury hée offred me héere in your preſence,as to delight you with ſomemirth, hath Fauſtusworthily requited this iniurious knight, which being all I deſire,I am content to releaſehim of his hornes: and ſirknight, hereafter ſpeakewell of Scholers: Mephaſtophilis,tranſformehim ſtrait.Now my g∞dLord hauing done my duety, I humbly take my leaue.FarewelmaiſterDoctor, yet ere you goe, expect from me a bounteous reward.Emperour.
NowMephaſtophilis,the reſtleſſecourſethat time doth runne with calme and ſilentf∞te,my dayes and thred of vitall life,
Calls for the payment of mylate
ſtyeares,ſwéetMephaſtophilis,let vs make haſteto Wertenberge.what,wil you goe on horſebacke, or on f∞te?Nay,til I am paſtthis faire and pleaſantgréene, ile walke on f∞te.a Hor
ſe-courſerIhaue béene al this day ſéekingone maiſterFuſtian:maſſeſéewhere he is, God ſaueyou maiſterdoctor.Whathorſe-courſer,you are wel met.Doyou heare ſir?I haue brought you forty dollers for your horſe.Icannot ſelhim ſo:if thou likſthim for fifty, take him.Alasſir,I haue no more, I pray you ſpeakefor me.Ipray you let him haue him, he is an honeſtfelow, and he has a great charge, neither wife nor childe.Wel,come giue me your money, my boy wil deliuer him to you: but I muſttel you one thing before you haue him, ride him not into the water atany hand.whyſir,wil he not drinke of all waters?Oyes, 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 thewater.Welſir,Now am I made man for euer, Ile not leaue my horſefor fortie: if he had but the qualitie of hey ding, ding, hey, ding,ding, Ide make a braue liuing on him; hée has a buttocke as ſlickeas an Ele: wel god buy ſir,your boy wil deliuer him me: but hark ye ſir,if my horſebe ſick,or ill at eaſe,if I bring his water to you youle tel me what it is?Hor
ſecourſer.Awayyou villaine: what, d∞ſtthinke I am a horſe-doctor?what art thou Fauſtusbut a man condemnd to die?fatall time doth drawe to finall ende,
Di
ſpairedoth driue diſtruſtvnto my thoughts,
Confound theſepaſſionswith a quiet ſléepe:
Tuſh,Chriſtdid call the thiefe vpon the Croſſe,
Thenreſtthée Fauſtusquiet in conceit.in his chaire.
Hor
ſecourſerall wet, crying.Alas,alas, Doctor Fuſtianquoth a, mas Doctor Lopuswas neuer ſucha Doctor, has giuen me a purgation, has purg’d me of fortieDollers, I ſhallneuer ſéethem more: but yet like an aſſeas I was, I would not be ruled by him, for he bade me I ſhouldride him into no water; now, I thinking my horſehad had ſomerare qualitie that he would not haue had me knowne of, I like aventrous youth, rid him into the deepe pond at the townes ende, I wasno ſ∞nerin the middle of the pond, but my horſevaniſhtaway, and I ſatvpon a bottle of hey, neuer ſoneare drowning in my life: but Ile ſéekeout my Doctor, and haue my fortie dollers againe, or Ile make it thedeareſthorſe:O yonder is his ſnipperſnapper,do you heare? you, hey, paſſe,where’s your maiſter?whyſir,what would you? you cannot ſpeakewith him.ButI wil ſpeakewith him.Whyhée’s faſtaſléepe,come ſomeother time.Ileſpeakewith him now, or Ile breake his glaſſe-windowesabout his eares. Itell thee he has not ſleptthis eight nights. Andhe haue not ſleptthis eight wéekes Ile ſpeakewith him. Séewhere he is faſtaſléepe.I,this is he, God ſaueye maiſterdoctor, maiſterdoctor, maiſterdoctor Fuſtian,fortie dollers, fortie dollars for a bottle of hey.Why,thou ſeeſthe heares thée not.So,ho, ho: ſo,ho, ho.in his eare.
will you not wake? Ile make you wake ere I goe.
him by the legge, and pull it away.
I am vndone, what
ſhallI do:Omy legge, my legge, helpe Mephaſtophilis,call the Officers, my legge, my legge.Comevillaine to the Conſtable.OLord ſir,let me goe, and Ile giue you fortie dollers more.Wherebe they?Ihaue none about me, come to my Oaſtrieand Ile giue them you.Begone quickly.runnes away.
Whatis he gone? farwel he, Fauſtushas his legge againe, and the HorſecourſerI take it, a bottle of hey for his labour; wel, this tricke ſhalcoſthim fortie dollers more.Wagner.
now
VVagner,what’s the newes with thée?Sir,the Duke of Vanholtdoth earneſtlyentreate your company.TheDuke of Vanholt!an honourable gentleman, to whom I muſtbe no niggard of my cunning, come Mephaſtophilis,let’s away to him.to them the Duke, and the Dutches, the Duke ſpeakes.
Beléeueme maiſterDoctor, this merriment hath much pleaſedme.Mygratious Lord, I am glad if contents you ſowel: but it may be Madame, you take no delight in this, I haue heardthat great bellied women do long for ſomedainties or other, what is it Madame? tell me, and you ſhalhaue it.Thankes,g∞dmaiſterdoctor,for I
ſéeyour curteous intent to pleaſureme, 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 deſireno better meate then a diſhof ripe grapes.AlasMadame, thats nothing, Mephaſtophilis,be gone:Meph.
it a greater thing then this,
ſoit would content you, you ſhouldhaue itMephasto: with the grapes.
they be madam, wilt plea
ſeyou taſteon them.Beléeueme maſterDoctor, this makes me wonder aboue the reſt,that being in the dead time of winter, and in the month of Ianuary,how you ſhuldcome by theſegrapes.Ifit like your grace, the yéere is diuided into tw∞circlesouer the whole worlde, that when it is héere winter with vs, in thecontrary circle it is ſummerwith them, as in India,Saba,and farther countries in the Eaſt,and by means of a ſwiftſpiritthat I haue, I had them brought hither, as ye ſee,how do you like them Madame, be they g∞d?Beléeueme Maiſterdoctor, they be the beſtgrapes that ere I taſtedin my life before.Iam glad they content you ſoMadam.ComeMadame, let vs in, where you muſtwel reward this learned man for the great kindnes he hath ſhewdto you.AndſoI wil my Lord, and whilſtI liue,
Reſtbeholding for this curteſie.Ihumbly thanke your Grace.Come,maiſterDoctor follow vs, and receiue your reward.Wagner ſolus.
Ithinke my maiſtermeanes to die ſhortly,
Forhe hath giuen to me al his g∞des,
And yet me thinkes, if that death were néere,
He wouldnot banquet, and carowſe,and ſwill
Amongſtthe Students, as euen now he doth,
who are at ſupperwith ſuchbelly-cheere,
As Wagnernere beheld in all his life.
Sée where they come: belike thefeaſtis ended.Faustus with two or three Schollers
Sch.
MaiſterDoctor Fauſtus,ſinceour conference about faire Ladies, which was the beutifulſtin all the world, we haue determined with our ſelues,that Helenof Greecewasthe admirableſtLady that euer liued: therefore maſterDoctor, if you wil do vs that fauor, as to let vs ſéethat péereleſſeDame of Greece,whome al the world admires for maieſty,wée ſhouldthinke our ſeluesmuch beholding vnto you.Gentlemen,for that I know your friendſhipis vnfained, and Fauſtuscuſtomeis not to denie the iuſtrequeſtsof thoſethat wiſhhim well, you ſhallbehold that peareleſſedame of Greece,no otherwaies for pompe and maieſtie,then when ſirPariscroſtthe ſeaswith her, and brought the ſpoilesto rich Dardania.Be ſilentthen, for danger is in words.ſounds,and Helen paſſethouer the Stage.Sch.
T∞ſimpleis my wit to tell her praiſe,
Whomall the world admires for maieſtie.Sch.
Nomaruel tho the angry Greekes purſude
Withtenne yeares warre the rape of ſucha quéene,
Whoſeheauenly beauty paſſethall compare.Sincewe haue ſéenethe pride of natures workes,
And onely Paragon of excellence,an old man.
vs depart, and for this glorious déed
Happy and ble
ſtbe Fauſtuseuermore.Gentlemenfarwel, the ſameI wiſhto you.Schollers.
AhDoctor Fauſtus,that I might preuaile,
To guide thy ſtepsvnto the way of life,
By which ſwéetepath thou maiſtattaine the gole
That ſhallconduct thée to celeſtialreſt.
Breakeheart, drop bloud, and mingle it with teares,
Teares fallingfrom repentant heauineſſe
Ofthy moſtvilde and loathſomefilthineſſe,
Theſtenchwhereof corrupts the inward ſoule
Withſuchflagitious crimes of hainous ſinnes,
Asno commiſerationmay expel,
But mercie Fauſtusof thy Sauiour ſwéete,
Whoſebloud alone muſtwaſhaway thy guilt.Whereart thou Fauſtus?wretch what haſtthou done?
Damnd art thou Fauſtus,damnd, diſpaireand die,
Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voyce
Sayes,Fauſtuscome, thine houre is come,giues him a dagger.
Faustus will come to do thée right.
Ahſtayg∞dFauſtus,ſtaythy deſperateſteps,
Iſéean Angell houers ore thy head,
And with a violl full of preciousgrace,
Offers to powre the ſameinto thy ſoule,
Thencall for mercie and auoyd diſpaire.Ahmy ſwéetefriend, I féele thy words
To comfort my diſtreſſedſoule,
Leaueme a while to ponder on my ſinnes.Igoe ſwéeteFauſtus,but with heauy cheare,
fearing the ruine of thy hopeleſſeſoule.AccurſedFauſtus,where is mercie now?
I do repent, and yet I do diſpaire:
Hellſtriueswith gracefor conqueſtin my breaſt,
WhatſhalI do to ſhunthe ſnaresof death?Thoutraitor Fauſtus,I arreſtthy ſoule
Fordiſobedienceto my ſoueraigneLord,
Reuolt, or Ile in peece-meale teare thy fleſh.SwéeteMephaſtophilis,intreate thy Lord
To pardon my vniuſtpreſumption,
Andwith my bl∞dagaine I wil confirme
My former vow I made to Lucifer.Doit then quickely, with vnfained heart,
Leſtgreater danger do attend thy drift.Tormentſweetefriend, that baſeand cr∞kedage,
That durſtdiſſwademe from thy Lucifer,
Withgreateſttorments that our hel aff∞rds.Hisfaith is great, I cannot touch his ſoule,
Butwhat I may afflict his body with,
I wil attempt, which is butlittle worth.Onething, g∞dſeruant,let me craue of thée
To glut the longing of my heartsdeſire,
ThatI might haue vnto my paramour,
That heauenly Helenwhich I ſawof late,
Whoſeſwéeteimbracings may extinguiſhcleane
Theſethoughts that do diſſwademe from my vow,
And kéepe mine oath I made to Lucifer.Fauſtus,this,or what elſethou ſhaltdeſire,
Shalbeperformde in twinckling of an eie.Helen.
Wasthis the face that lancht a thouſandſhippes?
Andburnt the topleſſeTowres of Ilium?
SwéeteHelen,make me immortall with a kiſſe:
Herlips ſuckesforth my ſoule,ſeewhere it flies:
Come Helen,come giue mée my ſouleagaine.
Here wil I dwel, for heauen be in theſelips,
And all is droſſethat is not Helena:old man
wil be
Paris,and for loue of thée,
Instéede of TroyſhalWertenbergebe ſackt,
AndI wil combate with weake Menelaus,
Andweare thy colours on my plumed Creſt:
YeaI wil wound Achillisin the héele,
And then returne to Helenfor a kiſſe.
Othou art fairer then the euening aire,
Clad in the beauty of athouſandſtarres,
Brighterart thou then flaming Iupiter,
whenhe appeard to hapleſſeSemele,
Morelouely then the monarke of the ſkie
Inwanton Arethuſaesazurde armes,
Andnone but thou ſhaltbe my paramour.man
AccurſedFauſtus,miſerableman,
That from thy ſouleexcludſtthe grace of heauen,
And flieſtthe throne of his tribunall ſeate,the Diuelles.
begins to
ſiftme with his pride,
As in this furnace God ſhaltry my faith,
My faith, vile hel, ſhaltriumph ouer thée,
Ambitious fiends, ſéehow the heauens ſmiles
Atyour repulſe,and laughs your ſtateto ſcorne,
Hencehel, for hence I flie vnto my God.Fau
ſtuswith the Schollers.AhGentlemen!Sch:
what ailes Fauſtus?Ahmy ſwéetechamber-fellow! had I liued with thée, then had I liued ſtil,but now I die eternally: l∞ke,comes he not? comes he not?Sch:
what meanes Fauſtus?Scholler
Belikehe is growne into ſomeſickeneſſe,by being ouerſolitary.Sch:
Ifit be ſo,wéele haue Phyſitiansto cure him, tis but a ſurffet,neuer feare man.Aſurffetof deadly ſinnethat hath damnd both body and ſoule.Sch.
YetFauſtusl∞kevp to heauen, remember gods mercies are infinite.ButFaultus offence can nere be pardoned,
TheSerpent that tempted Euemay be ſau’d,not Fau
ſtus:Ah Gentlemen, heare me with patience, and tremble not at my ſpéeches,though my heart pants and quiuers to remember that I haue beene aſtudenthere theſethirty yéeres, O would I had neuer ſéeneWertenberge,neuer read b∞ke:and what wonders I haue done, al Germanycanwitnes, yea all the world, for which Fauſtushath loſt bothGermany,and the world, yea heauen it ſelfe,heauen the ſeateof God, the throne of the bleſſed,the kingdome of ioy, and muſtremaine in hel for euer, hel, ah hel for euer, ſweetefriends,what ſhallbecome of Fauſtus,being in hel for euer?3.Sch. YetFauſtuscall on God.OnGod whome Fauſtus hath abiurde, on God, whome Fauſtus hathblaſphemed, ah my God, I woulde wéepe, but the diuel draws in myteares, guſh f∞rthbloud, inſteadof teares, yea life and ſoule, Oh he ſtayes my tong, I would liftvp my hands, but ſée, they hold them, they hold them.WhoFauſtus?Luciferand Mephaſtophilis.
AhGentlemen! I gaue them my ſoulefor my cunning.Godforbid.Godforbade it indéede, but Fauſtushath done it: for vaine pleaſureof 24. yeares, hath Fauſtusloſteternall 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.Schol.
whydid not Fauſtustel vs of this before, that Diuines might haue prayed for thee?Ofthaue I thought to haue done ſo,but the diuell threatned to teare mée in péeces, if I namde God, tofetch both body and ſoule,if I once gaue eare to diuinitie: and now tis t∞late: Gentlemen away, leſtyou periſhwith me.Sch.
Owhat ſhalwe do to Fauſtus?Talkenot ofme, but ſaueyour ſelues,and depart.Sch.
Godwil ſtrengthenme, I wil ſtaywith Fauſtus.Sch.
Temptnot God, ſwéetefriend, but let vs into the next r∞me,and there pray for him.Ipray for me, pray for me, and what noyſeſoeueryée heare, come not vnto me, for nothing can reſcueme.Sch.
Praythou, and we wil pray that God may haue mercy vpon thée.Gentlemenfarewel, if I liue til morning, Ile viſiteyou: if not, Fauſtusis gone to hel.Fauſtus,farewel.Sch.
clocke
ſtrikeseleauen.AhFauſtus,
Nowhaſtthou but one bare hower to liue,
Andthen thou muſtbe damnd perpetually:
Standſtilyou euer m∞uingſpheresof heauen,
Thattimemay ceaſe,and midnight neuer come:
FaireNatures eie, riſe,riſeagaine, and make
Perpetuallday, or let this houre be but a yeere,
Amoneth, a wéeke, a naturall day,
ThatFauſtusmay repent and ſauehis ſoule,
Olente lente curite noctis equi:
Theſtarresm∞ueſtil,time runs, the clocke wil ſtrike,
Thediuel wil come, and Fauſtusmuſtbe damnd.
OIle leape vp to my God: who pulles me downe?
See ſeewhere Chriſtsbl∞dſtreamesin the firmament,
One drop would ſauemy ſoule,halfe a drop, ah my Chriſt,
Ahrend not my heart for naming of my Chriſt,
Yetwil I call on him, oh ſpareme Lucifer!
Whereis it now? tis gone:
Andſeewhere God ſtretchethout his arme,
Andbends his irefull browes:
Mountainesand hilles, come come, and fall on me,
Andhide me from the heauy wrath of God.
Nono, then wil I headlong runne into the earth:
Earthgape, O no, it wil not harbour me:
Youſtarresthat raignd at my natiuitie,
whoſeinfluence hath alotted death and hel,
Nowdraw vp Fauſtuslike a foggy miſt,
Intothe intrailes of yon labring cloude,
Thatwhen you vomite f∞rthinto the ayre,
Mylimbes may iſſuefrom your ſmoakymouthes,
Sothat my ſoulemay but aſcendto heauen:
Ah,halfe the houre is paſt:watch
ſtrikes.all be past anone:
OhGod, if thou wilt not haue mercy on my ſoule,
Yetfor Chriſtsſake,whoſebloud hath ranſomdme,
Impoſeſomeend to my inceſſantpaine,
LetFauſtusliue in hel a thouſandyeeres,
Ahundred thouſand,and at laſtbe ſau’d.
Ono end is limited to damned ſoules,
Whywert thou not a creature wanting ſoule?
Or,why is this immortall that thou haſt?
AhPythagorasmetemſucoſſiswere that true,
This ſouleſhouldflie from me, and I be changde
Vnto ſomebrutiſhbeaſt:al beaſtsare happy, for when they die,
Their ſoulesare ſ∞nediſſoludin elements,
But mine muſtliue ſtillto be plagde in hel:
Curſtbe the parents that ingendred me:
No Fauſtus,curſethy ſelfe,curſeLucifer,
Thathath depriude thée of the ioyes of heauen:clooke
ſtrikethtwelue.it
ſtrikes,it ſtrikes,now body turne to ayre,
Or Luciferwil beare thée quicke to hel:and lightning.
ſoule,be changde into little water drops,
Andfal into the Ocean,nere be found:
MyGod, my God, l∞kenot ſofierce on me:diuels.
and Serpents, let me breathe a while:
Vglyhell gape not, come not Lucifer,
Ileburne my b∞kes,ah Mephaſtophilis.with him
Chorus.
is the branch that might haue growne ful
ſtraight,
Andburned is ApolloesLaurel bough,
Thatſometimegrew within this learned man:
Fauſtusis gone, regard his helliſhfall,
Whoſefiendful fortune may exhort the wiſe,
Onelyto wonder at vnlawful things,
whosedéepeneſſedoth intiſeſuchforward wits,
Topractiſemore than heauenly power permits.hora diem, Terminat Author opus.