The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Dr. Faustus (B Text)
Act:
3
Scene:
2
Mephistophilis
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.
Mephistophilis
Faustus, thou shalt. Then kneel down presently.
So , Faustus, now for all their holiness,
Do what thou wilt; thou shalt not be discerned.
Mephistophilis
Faustus, no more. See where the cardinals come.
Enter Pope and all the Lords. Enter the Cardinals with a book.
Me.
Now, Faustus, what will you do now, for I can tell you
you'll be cursed with bell, book, and candle?
