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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)

Act: 3 Scene: 1

I have my Faustus, and for proof thereof,

This is the goodly palace of the Pope,

And cause we are no common guests,

I choose his privy chamber for our use.

All's one, for we'll be bold with his venison.

But now, my Faustus, that thou may'st perceive,

What Rome contains for to delight thine eyes.

Know that this city stands upon seven hills,

That underprop the ground-work of the same.

Just through the midst runs flowing Tiber's stream

With winding banks that cut it in two parts

Over the which two stately Bridges lean,

That make safe passage, to each part of Rome.

Upon the Bridge called Ponto Angelo,

Erected is a castle passing strong,

Where thou shalt see such store of ordinance,

As that the double cannons forged of brass,

Do watch the number of the days contained,

Within the compass of one complete year.

Beside the gates and high pyramids,

That Julius Caesar brought from Africa.

Nay stay, my Faustus; I know you'd see the Pope

And take some part of holy Peter's feast,

The which this day with high solemnity,

This day is held through Rome and Italy,

In honour of the Pope's triumphant victory.

'Tis well said, Faustus. Come, then, stand by me

And thou shalt see them come immediately.

Let it be so, my Faustus, but first stay

And view their triumphs as they pass this way.

And then devise what best contents thy mind,

By coming in thine art to cross the Pope,

Or dash the pride of this solemnity,

To make his monks and abbots stand like apes,

And point like antiques at his triple crown:

To beat the beads about the friars' pates,

Or clap huge horns, upon the cardinals' heads,

Or any villainy thou can'st devise,

And I'll perform it, Faustus. Hark, they come:

This day shall make thee be admired in Rome.

Faustus, I go.

Now tell me, Faustus, are we not fitted well?

So, so, was never devil thus blessed before.

Act: 3 Scene: 2

Now, Faustus, come prepare thyself for mirth;

The sleepy cardinals are hard at hand,

To censure Bruno that is posted hence,

And on a proud paced steed, as swift as thought

Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany,

There to salute the woeful Emperor.

Faustus, thou shalt. Then kneel down presently.

So , Faustus, now for all their holiness,

Do what thou wilt; thou shalt not be discerned.

Faustus, no more. See where the cardinals come.

Enter Pope and all the Lords. Enter the Cardinals with a book.

Now, Faustus, what will you do now, for I can tell you

you'll be cursed with bell, book, and candle?

Act: 3 Scene: 3

You princely legions of infernal rule,

How am I vexed by these villains charms?

From Constantinople have they brought me now,

Only for pleasure of these damned slaves.

To purge the rashness of this cursed deed,

First, be thou turned to this ugly shape,

For apish deeds transformed to an ape.

And so thou shalt: be thou transformed to a dog, and

carry him upon thy back. Away, be gone.

Now with the flames of ever-burning fire,

I'll wing myself and forth-with fly amain

Unto my Faustus to the great Turk's court. Exit.