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Faust. Why, Lucifer and Mephistophilis. 0 What, weep'st thou ? 'tis too late; despair ! gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cun
Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell. All. 0, God forbid !
(Exit. * Faust. God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus hath done it: for the vain pleasure of four-and Enter Good Angel and Evil Angel at several doors. twenty years hath Faustus lost eternal joy and G. Ang. O Faustus, if thou badst given ear felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the date is expired; this is the time, and he will Innumerable joys had follow'd thee! fetch me.
But thou didst love the world. First Schol. Why did not Faustus tell us of E. Ang. Gave ear to me, this before, that divines might have prayed for And now must taste hell-painst perpetually. thee?
G. Ang. O, what will all thy riches, pleasures, Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so;
pomps, but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces, if | Avail thee now? I named God, to fetch me body and soul, if I E. Ang. Nothing, but vex thee more, onco gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis* too To want in hell, that had on earth such store. late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with G. Ang. O, thou hast lost celestial happiness,
Pleasures unspeakable, bliss without end Sec. Schol. O, what may we do to save Hadst thou affected sweet divinity, Faustus ?
Hell or the devil had had no power on thee : Paust. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, Hadst thou kept on that way, Faustus, behold, and depart.
[Music, while a throne descends. Third Schol. God will strengthen me; I will In what resplendent glory thou hadst sit* stay with Faustus.
In yonder throne, like those bright-shining Pirst Schol. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but saints, let us into the next room, and pray for him. And triumph'd over hell! That hast thou lost;
Faust. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and And now, poor soul, must thy good angel leave what noise soever you hear, come not unto me,
thee : for nothing can rescue me.
The jaws of hell are open $ to receive thee. Sec. Schol. Pray thou, and we will pray that
(Erit. The throne ascends. God may have mercy upon thee.
E. Ang. Now, Faustus, let thine eyes with Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till horror stare
[Hell is discovered. morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone into that vast perpetual torture-house : to hell.
There are the Furies tossing damned souls All. Faustus, farewell. [Exeunt Scholars. On burning forks; there bodies boil || in lead; Meph. Ay, Faustus, now thou hast no hope of There are live quarters broiling on the coals, heaven;
That ne'er can die; this ever-burning chair Therefore despair; think only upon bell,
Is for o'er-tortur'd souls to rest them in; For that must be thy mansion, there to dwell. These that are fed with sops of flaming fire, Paust. O thou bewitching fiend, 'twas thy Were gluttons, and lov'd only delicates, temptation
And laugh'd to see the poor starve at their gates: Hath robbd me of eternal happiness !
But yet all these are nothing; thou shalt see Meph. I do confess it, Faustus, and rejoice : Ten thousand tortures that more horrid be. 'Twas I that, when thou wert i'the way to Paust. 0, I have seen enough to torture me! heaven,
E. Ang. Nay, thou must feel them, taste the Damm'd up thy passage; when thou took'st the
smart of all : book To view the Scriptures, then I turn'd the leaves, * Exit] It seems doubtful whether Lucifer and Belze
bub should also make their exeunt here, or whether And led thine eye.+
they remain to witness the catastrophe : sec p. 132, first col.
| hell-pains) So 4tos 1624, 1631. —2to 1616 "hels paires." • 'tis) So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, “it is."
sit] So 4tos 1624, 1631.-2to 1616 “get." † And led thine eye) A portion of this linc has evidently $ are open) So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, " is readie." dropt out.
| boil] So 4tos 1624, 1631. -2to 1616 “ broyle."
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall : No end is limited to damned souls.
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Then wilt thou tumble in confusion.
Or why is this immortal that thou hast ? (Brit. Hell disappears. The clock strikes eleven.
O, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, Faust. O Faustus,
This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, Into some brutish beast ! all beasts are happy, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! For, when they die, Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; That time may cease, and midnight never come; But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! Perpetual day; or let this hour be but
No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven. That Faustus may repent and save his soul !
[The clock strikes twelve. O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!
It strikes, it strikes ! Now, body, turn to air, The stars move still, time runs, the clock will Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell ! strike,
O soul, be chang'd into small water-drops, The devil will come, and Faustus must be And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found !
damn'd. O, I'll leap up to heaven !_Who pulls me
Thunder. Enter Devils. down?
0, mercy, heaven! look not so fierce on me! See, where Christ's blood streams in the Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while ! firmament !*
Ugly hell, gape not ! come not, Lucifer ! One drop of blood will save me: O my Christ ! I'll burn my books !-O Mephistophilis ! Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ;
(Excunt Devils with FausTUS. Yet will I call on him: O, spare me,
Enter Scholars.* Where is it now? 'tis gone : And, see, a threatening arm, ant angry brow! First Schol. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, Faustus, And hide me from the heavy wrath of heaven ! For such a dreadful night was never seen; No!
Since first the world's creation did begin, Then will I headlong run into the earth :
Such fearful sbrieks and cries were never heard : Gape, earth! O, no, it will not harbour me! Pray heaven the doctor have escap'd the danger. You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
Sec. Schol. O, help us, heaven ! see, here are Whose influence hath I allotted death and hell,
Faustus' limbs, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist,
All torn asunder by the hand of death ! Into the entrails of yon & labouring cloud, Third Schol. The devils whom Faustus serv'd That, when you || vomit forth into the air,
have I torn him thus; My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths; For, twixt the hours of twelve and one, meBut let my soul mount and ascend to heaven!
thought, [The clock strikes the half-hour. I heard him shriek and call aloud for help; O, half the hour is past ! 'twill all be past anon. At which self § time the house seem'd all on fire O, if I my soul must suffer for my sin,
With dreadful horror of these damned fiends. Impose some end to my incessant pain ;
Sec. Schol. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
end be such A hundred thousand, and at last ** be sav'd! As every Christian heart laments to think on,
Yet, for he was a scholar once admir'd * Sre, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament] So
For wondrous knowledge in our German schools, 4tos 1624, 1631. -Not in 4to 1616.
We'll give his mangled limbs due burial; tan) So 4to 1616.--2tos 1624, 1631, “and." I hath] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, “haue." & yon) So 4to 1616.—2tos 1624, 1631, "your."
* Enter Scholars) Here, of course, a change of scene is Il you, &c.] See note *, p. 101.
supposed. (This is not in the earlier play.) 10, if, &c.] 2to 1604, in the corresponding passage, has t heaven] So 4to 1616.—2tos 1624, 1631, “heavens." "Oh, God, ij," &c. (seo p. 101, sec. col.), and that reading
have) So 4to 1616.-2tog seems necessary for the sense.
1624, 1631, “Diuell
hath." ** at last] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "at the last." $ self ] So 4to 1616.—2tos 1624, 1631, " same."
And all the students, cloth'd in mourning black, Shall wait upon his heavy funeral. [Exeunt.
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
[Exit. Terminat hora diem ; terminat auctor orus.
Chor. Cut is the branch that might have grown
full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough,
BALLAD OF FAUSTUS.
[In the course of the notes on the earlier Faustus several extracts have been given from the prose History of Doctor
Paustus ; and the following ballad on the same subject may properly find a place here. It is now re-printed from a copy in The Roxburgle Collection, vol. ii. 235, Brit. Museum.]
The Judgment of God shewed upon one John Faustus, Doctor in Divinity.