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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 1 Scene: 2- -

I wonder what's become of Faustus that was wont

To make our schools ring, with sic probo.Enter Wagner.

That shall we presently know, here comes his boy.

How now, sirrah! Where's thy master?

God in heaven knows.

Why dost not thou know then?

Yes, I know, but that follows not.

Go to, sirrah; leave your jesting and tell us where he is.

That follows not by force of argument, which

you, being licentiates, should stand upon. Therefore, acknow-

ledge your error, and be attentive.

Then you will not tell us?

You are deceived, for I will tell you. Yet if you

were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question.

For is he not Corpus naturale? And is not that mobile? Then

wherefore should you ask me such a question? But that I

am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery

(to love I would say) it were not for you to come within for-

ty foot of the place of execution, although I do not doubt but

to see you both hanged the next sessions. Thus, having tri-

umphed over you, I will set my countenance like a precision,

and begin to speak thus: truly my dear brethren, my master

is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine,

if it could speak, would inform your worships. And so

the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear

brethren. Exit.

O Faustus, then I fear it which I have long suspected:

That thou art fallen into that damned art

For which they two are infamous through the world.

Were he a stranger, not allayed to me,

The danger of his soul would make me mourn.

But come, let us go, and inform the Rector.

It may be his grave counsel may reclaim him.

I fear me, nothing will reclaim him now.

Yet let us see what we can do. Exeunt.