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Now, Faustus, must thou needs be damned?

Can'st thou not be saved?

What boots it then to think on God or heaven?

Away with such vain fancies and despair,

Despair in God and trust in Beelzebub,

Now go not backward, Faustus; be resolute.

Why wavers thou? O something soundeth in mine ear.

Abjure this magic, turn to God again.

Why he loves thee not. The God thou serv'st is thine owe appetite

Wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub

To him, I'll build an altar and a church,

And offer lukewarm blood, of new-born babes.

Enter the two Angels.

Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art.

Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable art.

Contrition, prayer, repentance? What of these?

O, they are means to bring thee unto heaven.

Rather, illusions, fruits of lunacy,

That make them foolish that do use them most.

Sweet Faustus, think of heaven and heavenly things.

No, Faustus, think of honour and of wealth.Exeunt Angels

Wealth? Why the signory of Embden shall be mine.

When Mephistophilis shall stand by me,

What power can hurt me? Faustus, thou art safe.

Cast no more doubts; Mephistophilis,

And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer

Is't not midnight? Come, Mephistophilis.

Veni veni Mephostophile. Enter Mephistophilis

Now tell me, what saith Lucifer, thy Lord?

That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives,

So he will buy my service with his soul.

Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee.

But now thou must bequeath it solemnly,

And write a deed of gift with thine owe blood,

For that security craves Lucifer

If thou deny it I must back to hell.

Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me,

What good will my soul do thy Lord?

Enlarge his Kingdom.

Is that the reason why he tempts us thus?

Solamen miseris, socios habuisse doloris.

Why, have you any pain that torture other?

As great as have the humane souls of men.

But tell me Faustus, shall I have thy soul?

And I will be thy slave and wait on thee,

And give thee more then thou hast wit to ask.

I Mephistophilis, I'll give it him.

Then Faustus stab thy arm courageously,

And bind thy soul, that at some certain day

Great Lucifer may claim it as his owe,

And then be thou as great as Lucifer

Lo Mephistophilis: for love of thee Faustus hath cut his arm,

And with his proper blood assures his soul to be great Lucifer's,

Chief Lord and Regent of perpetual night.

View here this blood that trickles from mine arm,

And let it be propitious for my wish.

But, Faustus,

Write it in manner of a deed of gift.

Ay, so I do, but, Mephistophilis ,

My blood congeals, and I can write no more

I'll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight. Exit.

What might the staying of my blood portend?

Is it unwilling I should write this bill?

Why streams it not that I may write afresh?

Faustus gives to thee his soul: O there it stayed.

Why should'st thou not? Is not thy soul thine owe?

Then write again: Faustus gives to thee his soul.

Enter Mephistophilis, with the chafer of fire.

See, Faustus, here is fire; set it on.

So, now the blood begins to clear again.

Now will I make an end immediately.

What will not I do to obtain his soul?

Consummatum est: this bill is ended,

And Faustus hath bequeathed his soul to Lucifer

But what is this inscription on mine arm?

Homo fuge! Whither should I fly?

If unto heaven, he'll throw me down to hell.

My senses are deceived; here's nothing writ:

O yes, I see it plain, even here is writ

Homo fuge, yet shall not Faustus fly.

I'll fetch him somewhat to delight his mind.

Exit.

Enter Devils, giving crowns and rich apparel to Faustus. They dance and then depart. Enter Mephistophilis

What means this show? Speak, Mephistophilis.

Nothing, Faustus, but to delight thy mind,

And let thee see what magic can perform

But may I raise such spirits when I please?

Ay, Faustus, and do greater things than these.

Then, Mephistophilis, receive this scroll,

A deed of gift, of body and of soul.

But yet conditionally that thou perform

All covenants and articles between us both.

Faustus, I swear by hell and Lucifer

To effect all promises between us both.

Then hear me read it, Mephistophilis,

On these conditions following.

First, that Faustus may be a spirit in form and substance.

Secondly, that Mephistophilis shall be his servant, and be by

him commanded.

Thirdly, that Mephistophilis shall do for him and bring him

whatsoever.

Fourthly, that he shall be in his chamber or house invisible.

Lastly, that he shall appear to the said John Faustus at all

times in what shape and form soever he please.

I, John Faustus of Wittenberg, Doctor, by these presents, do

give both body and soul to Lucifer, Prince of the East, and

his minister Mephistophilis, and furthermore grant unto them

that four and twenty years being expired, and these articles

written being inviolate, full power to fetch or carry the

said John Faustus' body and soul, flesh, blood, into their ha-

bitation wheresoever.

By me John Faustus.

Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed?

Ay, take it, and the devil give thee good of it.

So, now Faustus, ask me what thou wilt.

First, I will question thee about hell:

Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?

Under the heavens.

Ay, so are all things else, but whereabouts?

Within the bowels of these elements,

Where we are tortured, and remain forever.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed

In one self place, but where we are is hell,

And where hell is there must we ever be.

And to be short, when all the world dissolves,

And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

I think hell's a fable.

Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind.

Why, dost thou think that Faustus shall be damned?

Ay, of necessity, for here's the scroll

In which thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer

Ay, and body too, but what of that?

Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine

That after this life there is any pain?

No, these are trifles, and mere old wives tales.

But I am an instance to prove the contrary,

For I tell thee I am damned and now in hell.

Nay, and this be hell, I'll willingly be damned.

What sleeping, eating, walking and disputing?

But leaving this, let me have a wife, the fairest maid in

Germany, for I am wanton and lascivious and cannot live

without a wife.

Well, Faustus, thou shalt have a wife.

He fetches in a woman devil.

What sight is this?

Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife?

Here's a hot whore indeed; no, I'll no wife.

Marriage is but a ceremonial toy,

And if thou lov'st me think no more of it.

I'll cull thee out the fairest courtesans,

And bring them every morning to thy bed.

She whom thine eye shall like, thy heart shall have,

Were she as chaste as was Penelope,

As wise as Saba, or as beautiful

As was bright Lucifer before his fall.

Here, take this book, and peruse it well.

The iterating of these lines brings gold;

The framing of this circle on the ground

Brings thunder, whirl-winds, storm and lightning.

Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,

And men in harness shall appear to thee,

Ready to execute what thou command'st.

Thanks, Mephistophilis, for this sweet book.

This will I keep as chary as my life. Exeunt.

Enter Wagner solus.

Wagner

Learned Faustus

To know the secrets of Astronomy

Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament,

Did mount himself to scale Olympus' top.

Being seated in a chariot burning bright,

Drawn by the strength of yokey dragons' necks,

He now is gone to prove cosmography,

And as I guess will first arrive at Rome,

To see the Pope and manner of his court,

And take some part of holy Peter's feast,

That to this day is highly solemnized.Exit Wagner.

Act: 2 Scene: 2<<

Enter Faustus in his study, and Mephistophilis.

When I behold the heavens then I repent

And curse thee wicked Mephistophilis,

Because thou hast deprived me of those joys.

'Twas thine owe seeking Faustus, thank thyself.

But think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?

I tell thee, Faustus, it is not half so fair

As thou, or any man that breath on earth.

How prov'st thou that?

'Twas made for man; then he's more excellent.

If heaven was made for man, 'twas made for me.

I will renounce this magic and repent.

Enter the two Angels.

Faustus, repent yet God will pity thee.

Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee.

Who buzzeth in mine ears I am a spirit?

Be I a devil, yet God may pity me.

Yea, God will pity me if I repent.

Ay, but Faustus never shall repent.

Exit Angels.

My heart is hardened; I cannot repent.

Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven.

Swords, poison, halters, and envenomed steel

Are laid before me to dispatch my self,

And long ere this, I should have done the deed,

Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep despair.

Have not I made blind Homer sing to me

Of Alexander's love, and OEnon's death?

And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes,

With ravishing sound of his melodious harp,

Made music with my Mephistophilis?

Why should I die then, or basely despair?

I am resolved; Faustus shall not repent.

Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again

And reason of divine Astrology.

Speak, are there many spheres above the Moon?

Are all celestial bodies but one globe,

As is the substance of this centric earth?

As are the elements, such are the heavens,

Even from the moon unto the empirial orb,

Mutually folded in each others spheres,

And jointly move upon one axle-tree,

Whose termine is termed the world's wide pole.

Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter,

Fained, but are evening stars.

But have they all one motion, both situ et tempore?

All move from east to west in four and

twenty hours upon the poles of the world, but differ in

their motions upon the poles of the zodiac.

These slender questions Wagner can decide:

Hath Mephistophilis no greater skill?

Who knows not the double motion of the planets?

That the first is finished in a natural day;

The second thus: Saturn in 30 years;

Jupiter in 12, Mars in 4, the Sun, Venus, and

Mercury in a year; the moon in twenty eight days.

These are freshmen's questions . But tell me, hath every

Sphere a dominion, or intelligentia?

Ay.

How many heavens, or spheres, are there?

Nine, the seven planets, the firmament, and the

empyreal heaven.

But is there not coelum igneum et cristallinum?

No, Faustus, they be but fables.

Resolve me then in this one question:

Why are not conjunctions, oppositions, aspects, eclipses,

all at one time, but in some years we have more, in some less?

Per inaequalem motum, respectu totius.

Well, I am answered. Now tell me, who made the world?

I will not.

Sweet Mephistophilis, tell me.

Move me not, Faustus.

Villain, have not I bound thee to tell me anything?

Ay, that is not against our kingdom.

This is. Thou art damned; think thou of hell.

Think, Faustus, upon God that made the world.

Remember this Exit.

Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell.

'Tis thou hast damned distressed Faustus' soul. Is't not too late?

Enter the two Angels.

Too late.

Never too late, if Faustus will repent.

If thou repent, devils will tear thee in pieces.

Repent and they shall never raise thy skin. Exit Angels.

O, Christ my Savior, my Savior,

Help to save distressed Faustus' soul.

Enter Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Mephistophilis.

Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just.

There's none but I have interest in the same.

O, what art thou that look'st so terribly?

I am Lucifer, and this is my companion Prince in hell.

O, Faustus, they are come to fetch thy soul.

We are come to tell thee thou dost injure us.

Thou call'st on Christ contrary to thy promise.

Thou should'st not think on God.

Think on the devil.

And his dam too.

Nor will Faustus henceforth. Pardon him for this;

And Faustus vows never to look to heaven.

So shalt thou show thy self an obedient servant,

And we will highly gratify thee for it.

Faustus, we are come from hell in person to show

thee some pastime. Sit down and thou shalt behold the seven

deadly sins appear to thee in their own proper shapes

and likeness.

That sight will be as pleasant to me, as Paradise

was to Adam the first day of his creation.

Talk not of Paradise or creation, but mark

the show. Go, Mephistophilis, fetch them in.

Enter the Seven Deadly Sins.

Now, Faustus, question them of their names and

dispositions.

That shall I soon. What art thou the first?

Pride

I am Pride; I disdain to have any parents. I am

like to Ovid's Flea; I can creep into every corner of a

wench. Sometimes, like a periwig, I sit upon her

brow. Next, like a necklace, I hang about her neck.

Then, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her, and then tur-

ning myself to a wrought smock do what I list. But fie,

what a smell is here? I'll not speak a word more for a

king's ransom, unless the ground be perfumed, and covered

with cloth of arras.

Thou art a proud knave indeed. What art thou

second?

Covetousness

I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl

in a leather bag, and might I now obtain my wish, this house

you and all, should turn to Gold, that I might lock you safe

into my chest. O my sweet Gold!

And what art thou the third?

Envy

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper, and

an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books

burned. I am lean with seeing others eat. O that there

would come a famine over all the world, that all might die, and

I live alone, then thou should'st see how fat I'd be. But must

thou sit, and I stand? Come down with a vengeance.

Out envious wretch. But what art thou the fourth?

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 these

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 be my father.

And what art thou the fifth?

Gluttony

I am Gluttony; my parents are all dead, and the de-

vil a penny they have left me but a small pension, and that

buys me thirty meals a day, and ten beavers: a small trifle

to suffice nature. I come of a royal pedigree, my father

was a gammon of bacon, and my mother was a Hogs-

head of claret wine. My godfathers were these: Peter-

Pickled-herring, and Martin Martlemasse-beef: But my god-

mother, O she was an ancient gentlewoman. Her name was

Margery March-beer. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my

progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper?

Not I.

Gluttony

Then the devil choke thee.

Choke thyself glutton. What art thou the sixth?

Sloth

Hey ho, I am Sloth. I was begotten on a sunny-

bank. Hey ho, I'll not speak a word more for a king's ransom.

And what are you Mistress Minkes, the seventh and last?

Lechery

Who, I, sir ? I am one that loves an inch of raw

mutton better than an ell of fried stockfish, and the first

letter of my name begins with Lechery.

Away to hell! Away, on, piper! Exit the Seven Deadlysins.

O, how this sight doth delight my soul.

But, Faustus, in hell is all manner of delight.

O, might I see hell, and return again safe. How

happy were I then.

Faustus, thou shalt; at midnight I will send for thee.

Meanwhile, peruse this book, and view it thoroughly,

And thou shalt turn thyself into what shape thou wilt.

Thanks mighty Lucifer.

This will I keep as chary as my life.

Now, Faustus, farewell.

Farewell, great Lucifer. Come, Mephistophilis

Exeunt omnes, several ways.

Act: 2 Scene: 3<<

Enter the Clown.

Clown

What, Dick, look to the horses there till I come again.

I have gotten one of Doctor Faustus's conjuring books, and

now we'll have such knavery, as't passes.

Enter Dick.

What, Robin, you must come away and walk the horses.

I walk the horses, I scorned 'faith, I have other

matters in hand; let the horses walk themselves and they will.

A per se a, t. h. e the: o per se o deny orgon, gorgon. Keep

further from me, O thou illiterate and unlearned hostler.

'Snails, what hast thou got there, a book? Why thou

can'st not tell ne'er a word on't.

That thou shalt see presently. Keep out of the cir-

cle, I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance.

That's like 'faith. You had best leave your foolery,

for, an my master come, he'll conjure you 'faith.

My master conjure me? I'll tell thee what, an my

master come here, I'll clap as fair a pair of horns on's

head as e'er thou saw'st in thy life.

Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.

Ay, there be of us here that have waded as deep in-

to matters as other men, if they were disposed to talk.

A plague take you! I thought you did not sneak

up and down after her for nothing. But I prithee tell me, in

good sadness Robin, is that a conjuring book?

Do but speak what thou'd have me to do, and I'll

do't. If thou'd dance naked, put off thy clothes, and I'll

conjure thee about presently. Or if thou'd go but to the ta-

vern with me, I'll give thee white wine, red wine, claret

wine, sack, muskadine, malmesey and whippincrust.

Hold belly hold, and we'll not pay one penny for it.

O brave, prithee let's to it presently, for I am as

dry as a dog.