Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements :
But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.
Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me !
No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer
That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.

[The clock strikes twelve.
It strikes, it strikes ! Now, body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell !
O soul, be chang'd into small water-drops,

[Thunder. Enter Devils. And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found ! 0, mercy, heaven ! 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 !–0 Mephistophilis !

(Eseunt Devils with FAUSTUS.

BARABAS BROODS UPON HIS WEALTH.

ACT I., SCENE 1. Bara. So that of thus much that return was made ; And of the third part of the Persian ships There was the venture summ'd and satisfied. As for those Sanvites, and the men of Uz, That bought my Spanish oils and wines of Greece, Here have I purs'd their paltry silverlings. Fie, what a trouble 'tis to count this trash ! Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay The things they traffic for with wedge of gold, Whereof a man may easily in a day Tell that which may maintain him all his life. The needy groom, that never finger'd groat, Would make a niracle of thus much coin ; But he whose steel-barr'd coffers are cramm'd full, And all his life-time hath been tired, Wearying his fingers' ends with telling it, Would in his age be loath to labour so, And for a pound to sweat himself to death.

Give me the merchants of the Indian mines,
That trade in metal of the purest mould ;
The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks
Without control can pick his riches up,
And in his house heap pearl like pebble-stones,
Receive them free, and sell them by the weight;
Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts,
Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds,
Beauteous rubies, sparkling

diamonds,
And seld-seen costly stones of so great price,
As one of them, indifferently rated,
And of a carat of this quantity,
May serve, in peril of calamity,
To ransom great kings from captivity.
This is the ware wherein consists my wealth ;
And thus methinks should men of judgment frame
Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,
And, as their wealth increaseth, so inclose
Infinite riches in a little room.
But now how stands the wind ?
Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill ?
Ha! to the east ? yes. See how stand the vanes-
East and by south : why, then, I hope my ships
I sent for Egypt and the bordering isles
Are gotten up by Nilus' winding banks ;
Mine argosy from Alexandria,
Loaden with spice and silks, now under sail,
Are smoothly gliding down by Candy-shore
To Malta, through our Mediterranean sea.

THE JEW AND HIS DAUGHTER.

Act II, SCENE 1.

Bara. Thus, like the sad-presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians. The incertain pleasures of swift-footed time Have ta’en their flight, and left me in despair ; And of my former riches rests no more But bare remembrance ; like a soldier's scar, That has no further comfort for his maim.-0, Thou, that with a fiery pillar ledd'st The sons of Israel through the dismal shades, Light Abraham's offspring ; and direct the hand Of Abigail this night! or let the day Turn to eternal darkness after this No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes, Nor quiet enter my distemper'd thoughts, Till I have answer from my Abigail.

[Enter ABIGAIL above. Abig. Now have I happily espied a time To search the plank my father did appoint; And here, behold, unseen, where I have found The gold, the pearls, and jewels, which he hid.

Bara. Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place were treasure hath been hid : And now methinks that I am one of those ;

were

For, whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope,
And, when I die, here shall my spirit walk.
Abig. Now that my father's fortune

good
As but to be about this happy place !
'Tis not so happy : yet, when we parted last,
He said he would attend me in the morn.
Then, gentle Sleep, where'er his body rests,
Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream
A golden dream, and of the sudden wake,
Come and receive the treasure I have found.

Bara. Bueno para todos mi ganado no era :
As good go on, as sit so sadly thus.-
But stay: what star shines yonder in the east ?
The loadstar of my life, if Abigail. -
Who's there?

Abig. Who's that?
Bara. Peace, Abigail ! 'tis I.
Abig. Then, father, here receive thy happiness.
Bara. Hast thou't ?
Abig. Here. [throws down bags] Hast thou't?
There's more, and more, and more.

Bara. O my girl,
My gold, my fortune, my felicity,
Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy;
Welcome the first beginner of my bliss !
O Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too !
Then my desires were fully satisfied :
But I will practise thy enlargement thence :
O girl ! O gold ! O beauty! 0 my bliss !

[Hugs the bags.
Abig. Father, it draweth towards midnight now,
And 'bout this time the nuns begin to wake ;
To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part.