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(A long interval, during which Faustus has

many marvelous adventures in all parts of the world]

Enter WAGNER Wag. I think my master means to die

shortly, For he hath given to me all his goods: And yet, methinks, if that death were near, He would not banquet, and carouse, and swill Amongst the students, as even now he doth, Who are at supper with such belly-cheer As Wagner ne'er beheld in all his life. See, where they come! belike the feast is ended.

[E.cit. Enter FAUSTUS with two or three Scholars,

and MEPHISTOPHILIS First Schol. Master Doctor Faustus, since

our conference about fair ladies, which was the beautifulest in all the world, we have determined with ourselves that Helen of Greece was the admirablest lady that ever lived: therefore, Master Doctor, if you will do us that favor, as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much

beholding unto you. Faust. Gentlemen, For that I know your friendship is unfeign'd, And Faustus' custom is not to deny The just requests of those that wish him well You shall behold that peerless dame of

Greece, No otherways for pomp and majesty Than when Sir Paris cross'd the seas with

her, And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. Be silent, then, for danger is in words. [Music sounds, and Helen passeth over the

stage] Sec. Schol. Too simple is my wit to tell her

praise, Whom all the world admires for majesty. Third Schol. No marvel though the angry

Greeks pursu'd With ten years' war the rape of such a queen, Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare.

First Schol. Since we have seen the pride of

Nature's works, And only paragon of excellence, Let us depart; and for this glorious deed Happy and blest be Faustus evermore! Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: the same I wish to you.

[Exeunt Scholars. Enter an Old Man Old Man. Ah, Doctor Faustus, that I might

prevail To guide thy steps unto the way of life, By which sweet path thou mayst attain the

goal That shall conduct thee to celestial rest! Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with

tears, Tears falling from repentant heaviness Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness, The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul With such flagitious crimes of heinous sin As no commiseration may expel, But mercy, Faustus, of thy Saviour sweet, Whose blood alone must wash away thy

guilt. Faust. Where art thou, Faustus? wretch,

what hast thou done? Damn'd art thou, Faustus, damn’d; despair

and die! Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice Says, “Faustus, come; thine hour is almost

come"; And Faustus now will come to do thee right.

[Mephistophilis gives him a dagger. Old Man. Ah, stay, good Faustus, stay thy

desperate steps! I see an angel hovers o'er thy head, And, with a vial full of precious grace, Offers to pour the same into thy soul: Then call for mercy, and avoid despair. Faust. Ah, my sweet friend, I feel Thy words to comfort my distressed soul! Leave me a while to ponder on my sins. Old Man. I go, sweet Faustus; but with

heavy cheer, Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul.

Erit. Faust. Accursed Faustus, where is mercy

now?

I do repent; and yet I do despair:
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my

breast : What shall I do to shun the snares of death? Meph. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy

soul For disobedience to my sovereign lord: Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh.

That from thy soul exclud'st the grace of

heaven, And fly'st the throne of his tribunal-seat!

Enter Devils

Satan begins to sift me with his pride:
As in this furnace God shall try my faith,
My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee;
Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smile
At your repulse, and laugh your state to

scorn! Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God. [Exeunt-on one side, Devils, on the other,

Old Man.

Faust. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy

lord To pardon my unjust presumption, And with my blood again I will confirm My former vow I made to Lucifer. Meph. Do it, then, quickly, with unfeigned

heart, Lest greater danger do attend thy drift. Faust. Torment, sweet friend, that base and

crooked age, That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer, With greatest torments that our hell affords. Meph. His faith is great; I cannot touch his

soul: But what I may afflict his body with I will attempt, which is but little worth. Faust. One thing, good servant, let me

crave of thee, To glut the longing of my heart's desire, That I might have unto my paramour That heavenly Helen which I saw of late, Whose sweet embracings may extinguish

clean Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my

vow, And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer. Meph. Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt

desire, Shall be perform’d in twinkling of an eye.

Re-enter HELEN Faust. Was this the face that launch'd a

thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

[Kisses her. Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it

flies ! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colors on my plumed crest; Yes, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. 0, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appear'd to hapless Semele; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour!

[Exeunt. Enter the Old Man Old Man. Accursed Faustus, miserable

man,

Enter FAUSTUS, with Scholars Faust. Ah, gentlemen! First Schol. What ails Faustus? Faust. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had

I lived with thee, then had I lived still! but now I die eternally. Look, comes

he not? comes he not? Sec. Schol. What means Faustus? Third Schol. Belike he is grown into some

sickness by being over-solitary. First Schol. If it be so, we'll have physi

cians to cure him.—'Tis but a surfeit;

never fear, man. Faust. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath

damned both body and soul. Sec. Schol. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven;

remember God's mercies are infinite. Faust. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be

pardoned: the serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus, Ah, gentlemen, hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches ! Though my heart pants and quivers to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years, 0, would I had never seen Wertenberg, never read book! and what wonders I have done, all Germany can witness, yea, all the world; for which Faustus hath lost both Germany and the world, yea, heaven itself, heaven, the seat of God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy; and must remain in hell for ever, hell, ah, hell, for ever! Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in

hell for ever? Third Schol. Yet, Faustus, call on God. Faust. On God, whom Faustus hath ab

jured! on God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed! Ah, my God, I would weep! but the devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears ! yea,

life and soul! O, he stays my tongue! O, I'll leap up to my God !-Who pulls me I would lift up my hands; but see, they down?hold them, they hold them!

See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the All. Who, Faustus?

firmament! Faust. Lucifer and Mephistophilis. Ah, One drop would save my soul, half a drop:

gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my ah, my Christ!cunning!

Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my All. God forbid !

Christ! Faust. God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus Yet will I call on him: 0, spare me, Luci

hath done it: for vain pleasure of twen- fer !ty-four years hath Faustus lost eternal Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where joy and felicity. I writ them a bill with God mine own blood; the date is expired; Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful

the time will come, and he will fetch me. brows! First Schol. Why did not Faustus tell us Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall

of this before, that divines might have on me, prayed for thee?

And hide me from the heavy wrath of God! Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so; No, No!

but the devil threatened to tear me in Then will I headlong run into the earth: pieces, if I named God, to fetch both Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbor me! body and soul, if I once gave ear to You stars that reign'd at my nativity, divinity: and now 'tis too late. Gentle- Whose influence hath allotted death and hell

men, away, lest you perish with me. Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Sec. Schol. O, what shall we do 'to save Into the entrails of yon laboring clouds, Faustus?

That, when you vomit forth into the air, Faust. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, My limbs may issue from your smoky and depart.

mouths, Third Schol. God will strengthen me; I So that my soul may but ascend to heaven! will stay with Faustus.

[The clock strikes the half-hour. First Schol. Tempt not God, sweet friend; Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past

but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.

O God, Faust. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,

what noise soever ye hear, come not Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ranunto me, for nothing can rescue me.

som’d me, Sec. Schol. Pray thou, and we will pray Impose some end to my incessant pain ;

that God may have mercy upon thee. Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years, Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till A hundred thousand, and at last be sav’d.

morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus (), no end is limited to damned souls ! is gone to hell.

Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? All. Faustus, farewell.

Or why is this immortal that thou hast ? (Ereunt ScholarsThe clock strikes eleven. Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that Faust. Ah, Faustus.

true, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, This soul should fly from me, and I be And then thou must be damn’d perpetually! chang'a Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of l'nto some brutish beast! all beasts are heaven,

happy, That time may cease, and midnight never For, when they die, come;

Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. Perpetual day; or let this hour be but Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! A year, a month, a week, a natural day, No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer That Faustus may repent and save his soul ! That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!

heaven. The stars move still, time runs, the clock

[The clock strikes twelve. will strike,

0, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to The devil will come, and Faustus must be air, damn'd.

Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!

anon.

[Thunder and lightning. O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found !

Enter Devils My God, my God, look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while! Ugly hell, gape not ! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books !-Ah, Mephistophilis !

[Exeunt Devils with Faustus.

Enter Chorus Chor. Cut is the branch that might have

grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone: regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise, Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward

wits To practice more than heavenly power permits.

[Exit.

Ther. Nay, though I praise it, I can live

without it. Tamb. What say my other friends ? will you

be kings? Tech. I, if I could, with all my heart, my

lord. Tamb. Why, that's well said, Techelles : so

would I:And so would you, my masters, would you

not? l'sum. What, then, my lord ? Tamb. Why, then, Casane, shall we wish for

aught The world affords in greatest novelty, And rest attemptless, faint, and destitute? Methinks we should not. I am strongly

mov'd, That if I should desire the Persian crown, I could attain it with a wondrous ease: And would not all our soldiers soon consent, If we should aim at such a dignity? Ther. I know they would with our persua

sions. Tamb. “Why, then, Theridamas, I'll first

assay To get the Persian kingdom to myself; Then thou for Parthia; they for Scythia

and Media; And, if I prosper, all shall be as sure As if the Turk, the Pope, Afric, and Greece, Came creeping to us with their crowns a-piece.

[From Act. II, Sc. v.]

Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus

SELECTIONS FROM TAMBURLAINE

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

1. The Will to Power Meander (to the Persian Prince). Your

majesty shall shortly have your wish, And ride in triumph through Persepolis. [Exeunt all except Tamburlaine and his

three Captains. T'amb. And ride in triumph through Per

sepolis ! Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles ! Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a king, And ride in triumph through Persepolis? Tech. O, my lord, it is sweet and full of

pomp ! U'sum. To be a king, is half to be a god. Ther. A god is not so glorious as a king: I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven, Cannot compare with kingly joys in earth ;To wear a crown enchas'd with pearl and

gold, Whose virtues carry with it life and death; To ask and have, command and be obey'd; When looks breed love, with looks to gain

the prize, Such power attractive shines in princes'

eyes. Tamb. Why, say, Theridamas, wilt thou be

a king?

2. Infinite Desire Tamburlaine (to the Persian Prince, whom

he has conquered). The thirst of reign

and sweetness of a crown, That caus'd the eldest son of heavenly Ops To thrust bis doting father from his chair, And place himself in the empyreal heaven, Mov'd me to manage arms against thy state. What better precedent than mighty Jove? Nature, that fram'd us of four elements Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's

course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, l'ntil we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

[From Act II, Sc. vir.]

I thus conceiving, and subduing both,
That which hath stoop'd the chiefest of the

gods, Even from the fiery-spangled veil of heaven, To feel the lovely warmth of shepherds'

flames, And mask in cottages of strowed reeds, Shall give the world to note, for all my birth, That virtue solely is the sum of glory, And fashions men with true nobility.

[From Act 1, Sc. i.] “ALL KNOWLEDGE TO BE MY PROVINCE”

FRANCIS BACON

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3. In Praise of Beauty Ah, fair Zenocrate !-divine Zenocrate! Fair is too foul an epithet for thee,That in thy passion for thy country's love, And fear to see thy kingly father's harm, With hair disheveld wip'st thy watery

cheeks; And, like to Flora in her morning's pride, Shaking her silver tresses in the air, Rain'st on the earth resolved pearl in show

ers, And sprinklest sapphires on thy shining

face, Where Beauty, mother to the Muses, sits, And comments volumes with her ivory pen, Taking instructions from thy flowing eyes; Eyes, when that Ebena steps to heaven, In silence of thy solemn evening's walk, Making the mantle of the richest night, The moon, the planets, and the meteors,

light; There angels in their crystal armors fight A doubtful battle with my tempted thoughts For Egypt's freedom and the Soldan's life, His life that so consumes Zenocrate; Whose sorrows lay more siege unto my soul Than all my army to Damascus' walls; And neither Persia's sovereign nor the Turk Troubled my senses with conceit of foil So much by much as doth Zenocrate. What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then? If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters'

thoughts, And every sweetness that inspir'd their

hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combin'd in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the

least, Which into words no virtue can digest. But how unseemly is it for my sex, My discipline of arms and chivalry, My nature, and the terror of my name, Tc harbor thoughts effeminate and faint! Save only that in beauty's just applause, With whose instinct the soul of man is

touched; And every warrior that is rapt with love Of fame, of valor, and of victory, Must needs have beauty beat on his conceits:

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[A Letter to Lord Chancellor Burghley]

MY LORD— With as much confidence as mine own honest and faithful devotion unto your service and your honorable correspondence unto me and my poor estate can breed in a man, do I commend myself unto your Lordship. I wax now somewhat ancient; one and thirty years is a great deal of sand in the hour glass. My health, I thank God, I find confirmed; and I do not fear that action shall impair it, because I count my ordinary course of study and meditation to be more painful than most parts of action are. I ever bare a mind (in some middle place that I could discharge) to serve her majesty, not as a man born under Sol, that loveth honor; nor under Jupiter, that loveth business (for the contemplative planet carrieth me away wholly);

man born under an excellent sovereign, that deserveth the dedication of all men's abilities. Besides, I do not find in myself so much self-love, but that the greater parts of my thoughts are to deserve well (if I be able) of my friends, and namely of your Lordship; who, being the Atlas of this commonwealth, the honor of my house, and the second founder of my poor estate, I am tied by all duties, both of a good patriot and of an unworthy kinsman, and of an obliged servant, to employ whatsoever I am to do you service. Again, the meanness of my estate doth somewhat move me: for, though I cannot accuse myself that I am either prodigal or slothful, yet my health is not to spend, nor my course to get.

Lastly, I confess that I have as vast contemplative ends as I have moderate civil ends: for I have taken all knowledge to be my province; and if I could purge it of two sorts of rovers, whereof the one with frivolous disputations, confutations, and verbosi

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