The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)


Act: 1 Scene: 2
That shall we presently know, here comes his boy.
Why dost not thou know then?
Go to, sirrah; leave your jesting and tell us where he is.
Then you will not tell us?
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.
Yet let us see what we can do. Exeunt.

Act: 5 Scene: 1
Was this fair Helen whose admired worth
Made Greece with ten years wars afflict poor Troy?

Act: 5 Scene: 2
What ailsFaustus?
Is all our pleasure turned to melancholy?
If it be so, we'll have physicians, and Faustus shall be cured.
Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven, and remember mercy is
infinite.
Yet Faustus, call on God.
Who, Faustus?
O, God forbid.
O what may we do to save Faustaus?
Pray, thou, and we will pray that God may have mer-
cy upon thee.
Faustus, farewell. Exeunt Scholars.

Act: 5 Scene: 3
O help us heaven! See, here are Faustus' limbs,
All torn asunder by the hand of death.
Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such
As every Christian heart laments to think on,
Yet for he was a scholar, once admired
For wondrous knowledge in our German schools,
We'll give his mangled limbs due burial.
And all the students clothed in mourning black
Shall wait upon his heavy funeral.