The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)


Act: 1 Scene: 1
I will sir. Exit.

Act: 1 Scene: 2
God in heaven knows.
Yes, I know, but that follows not.
That follows not by force of argument, which
you, being licentiates, should stand upon. Therefore, acknow-
ledge your error, and be attentive.
You are deceived, for I will tell you. Yet if you
were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question.
For is he not Corpus naturale? And is not that mobile? Then
wherefore should you ask me such a question? But that I
am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery
(to love I would say) it were not for you to come within for-
ty foot of the place of execution, although I do not doubt but
to see you both hanged the next sessions. Thus, having tri-
umphed over you, I will set my countenance like a precision,
and begin to speak thus: truly my dear brethren, my master
is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine,
if it could speak, would inform your worships. And so
the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear
brethren. Exit.

Act: 1 Scene: 4
Come hither sirrah boy.
Sirrah, hast thou no comings in?
Alas poor slave. See how poverty jests in his naked-
ness. I know the villain's out of service and so hungry
that I know he would give his soul to the devil for a shoul-
der of mutton, though it were blood raw.
Sirrah, wilt thou be my man and wait on me? And
I will make thee go, like Qui mihi discipulus.
No, slave, in beaten silk, and stavesacre.
Why, so thou shalt be, whether thou dost it or no.
For, sirrah, if thou dost not presently bind thyself to me for
seven years, I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars,
and make them tear thee in pieces.
Well, sirrah, leave your jesting, and take these guilders.
So, now thou art to be at an hour's warning,
whensoever and wheresoever the devil shall fetch thee.
Not I. Thou art pressed. Prepare thyself, for I will
presently raise up two devils to carry thee away: Banio,
Belcher!
How now, sir, will you serve me now?
Spirits, away! Now, sirrah, follow me.
Ay, sirrah, I'll teach thee to turn thyself to a dog,
or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or anything.
Villain, call me master Wagner, and see that you
walk attentively, and let your right eye be always Dia-
metrically fixed upon my left heel, that thou may'st, Quasi vesti-
gias nostras insistere.