The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)


Act: 2 Scene: 2
When I behold the heavens then I repent
And curse thee wicked Mephistophilis,
Because thou hast deprived me of those joys.
How prov'st thou that?
If heaven was made for man, 'twas made for me.
I will renounce this magic and repent.
Enter the two Angels.
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.
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?
But have they all one motion, both situ et tempore?
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?
How many heavens, or spheres, are there?
But is there not coelum igneum et cristallinum?
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?
Well, I am answered. Now tell me, who made the world?
Sweet Mephistophilis, tell me.
Villain, have not I bound thee to tell me anything?
Think, Faustus, upon God that made the world.
Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell.
'Tis thou hast damned distressed Faustus' soul. Is't not too late?
O, Christ my Savior, my Savior,
Help to save distressed Faustus' soul.
O, what art thou that look'st so terribly?
O, Faustus, they are come to fetch thy soul.
Nor will Faustus henceforth. Pardon him for this;
And Faustus vows never to look to heaven.
That sight will be as pleasant to me, as Paradise
was to Adam the first day of his creation.
That shall I soon. What art thou the first?
Thou art a proud knave indeed. What art thou
second?
And what art thou the third?
Out envious wretch. But what art thou the fourth?
And what art thou the fifth?
Not I.
Choke thyself glutton. What art thou the sixth?
And what are you Mistress Minkes, the seventh and last?
O, how this sight doth delight my soul.
O, might I see hell, and return again safe. How
happy were I then.
Thanks mighty Lucifer.
This will I keep as chary as my life.
Farewell, great Lucifer. Come, Mephistophilis
Exeunt omnes, several ways.