FAUST. What sight is this?

MEPH. Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife?

FAUST. Here's a hot whore, indeed: no, I'll no wife.

MEPH. Marriage is but a ceremonial toy, And, if thou lov'st me, think no more of it. I'll cull thee out the fairest courtezans,

And bring them every morning to thy bed:

She whom thine* eye shall like, thy + heart shall have,
Were she as chaste as was‡ Penelope,

As wise as Saba, or as beautiful

As was bright Lucifer before his fall.
Here, take this book, and peruse it well:
The iterating of these lines brings gold;
The framing of this circle on the ground
Brings thunder, whirlwinds, storm, and lightning;
Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,
And men in harness shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou command'st.

FAUST. Thanks, Mephistophilis, for this sweet book:
This will I keep as chary as my life.

[Exeunt.

Enter FAUSTUS, in his study, and MEPHISTOPHILIS. FAUST. When I behold the heavens ||, then I repent,

Enter FAUSTUs, in his study, and MEPHISTOPHILIS.

[Exeunt.

FAUST. When I behold the heavens, &c.] Old eds. (that is, 4tos 1616, 1624, 1631) thus;

"This will I keepe, as chary as my life.

WAG. Learned Faustus

Enter WAGNER solus.

To know the secrets of Astronomy

Grauen in the booke of Joues high firmament,

Did mount himselfe to scale Olympus top,

Being seated in a chariot burning bright,

Exeunt.

Drawne by the strength of yoaky [2to 1624 "yoaked "] Dragons necks, He now is gone to proue Cosmography,

And curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis,

Because thou hast depriv'd me of those joys.

MEPH. 'Twas thine own seeking, Faustus; thank thyself. But, think'st thou heaven is + such a glorious thing?

I tell thee, Faustus, it is not half so fair

As thou, or any man that breathes on earth.

FAUST. How prov'st thou that?

MEPH. 'Twas made for man; then he's more excellent. FAUST. If heaven was made for man, 'twas made for me: I will renounce this magic and repent.

Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL.

G. ANG. Faustus, repent; yet God will pity thee.
E. ANG. Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee.
FAUST. Who buzzeth in mine ears § I am a spirit?
Be I a devil, yet God may pity me;
Yea, God will pity me, if I repent.

E. ANG. Ay, but Faustus never shall repent.

[Exeunt Angels.

FAUST. My heart is harden'd, I cannot repent:
Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven:
Swords, poisons, halters, and envenom'd steel
Are laid before me to despatch myself;

And as I gesse will first arriue at Rome,
To see the Pope and manner of his Court;
And take some part of holy Peters feast,

That to [2tos 1624, 1631, "on"] this day is highly solemnized.

Exit WAGNER.

Enter FAUSTUS in his Study, and MEPHOSTOPHILIS.

FAUST. When I behold the heauens," &c.

The lines which I have here omitted belong to a subsequent part of the play, where they will be found with considerable additions, and are rightly assigned to the Chorus. (As given in the present place by the 4tos 1616, 1624, 1631, these lines exhibit the text of the earlier Faustus; see p. 43.) It would seem that something was intended to intervene here between the exit of Faustus and Mephistophilis, and their re-appearance on the stage: compare, however, the preceding play, p. 35.

* thine] So 4tos 1616, 1624.-2to 1631 "thy."

+ is] So 4to 1616.-Not in 4tos 1624, 1631.

breathes] So 4tos 1624, 1631.-2to 1616" breathe."

ears] So 4tos 1616, 1631.-2to 1624 “eare.”

And long ere this I should have done the deed,
Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair.
Have not I made blind Homer sing to me

Of Alexander's love and Enon's death?
And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes
With ravishing sound of his melodious harp,
Made music with my Mephistophilis ?

Why should I die, then, or basely despair?
I am resolv'd; Faustus shall not repent.-
Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again,
And reason of divine astrology.

Speak, are there many spheres above the moon?
Are all celestial bodies but one globe,

As is the substance of this centric earth?

MEPH. As are the elements, such are the heavens,
Even from the moon unto th' empyreal orb,
Mutually folded in each other's spheres,
And jointly move upon one axletree,

Whose termine is term'd the world's wide pole;
Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter
Feign'd, but are erring † stars.

FAUST. But have they all one motion, both situ et tempore?

MEPH. All move from east to west in four-and-twenty hours upon the poles of the world; but differ in their motions upon the poles of the zodiac.

FAUST. These slender questions Wagner can decide:

Hath Mephistophilis no greater skill?

Who knows not the double motion of the planets?

That the first is finish'd in a natural day;

The second thus; Saturn in thirty years; Jupiter in twelve; Mars in four; the Sun, Venus, and Mercury in a year; the Moon in twenty-eight days. These are freshmen's questions. But tell me, hath every sphere a dominion or intelligentia?

this I] So 4tos 1616, 1631.-2to 1624" this time I."

* termine] I may notice that 4to 1604 (see p. 87) has "terminine," which at least is better for the metre.

terring] So 4to 1604.-The later 4tos "euening."

motion] So 4tos 1616, 1631.-2to 1624 "motions."

MEPH. Ay.

FAUST. How many heavens or spheres are there?

MEPH. Nine; the seven planets, the firmament, and the empyreal heaven.

FAUST. But is there not calum igneum et crystallinum?

MEPH. No, Faustus, they be but fables.

FAUST. Resolve me, then, in this one question; why are not conjunctions, oppositions, aspects, eclipses, all at one time, but in some years we have more, in some less?

MEPH. Per inæqualem motum respectu totius.
FAUST. Well, I am answered.

world?

MEPH. I will not.

Now tell me who made the

FAUST. Sweet Mephistophilis, tell me.

MEPH. Move me not, Faustus.

FAUST. Villain, have not I bound thee to tell me any thing? MEPH. Ay*, that is not against our kingdom; this is. Thou

art damned; think thou of hell.

FAUST. Think, Faustus, upon God that made the world.

MEPH. Remember this.

FAUST. Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell!

'Tis thou hast damn'd distressèd Faustus' soul. Is't not too late?

Re-enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL.

E. ANG. Too late.

[Exit.

G. ANG. Never too late, if Faustus will repent.
E. ANG. If thou repent, devils will tear thee in pieces.
G. ANG. Repent, and they shall never raze thy skin.
[Exeunt Angels.

FAUST. Oh, Christ, my Saviour, my Saviour,
Help to save distressèd Faustus' soul!

Enter LUCIFER, BELZEBUB, and MEPHISTOPHILIS.
Luc. Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just :
There's none but I have interest in the same.
FAUST. Oh, what art thou that look'st so terribly?

* Ay] So 4to 1616.-Not in 4tos 1624, 1631.

Luc. I am Lucifer,

And this is my companion-prince in hell.

FAUST. Oh, Faustus, they are come to fetch thy soul !
BELZ. We are come to tell thee thou dost injure us.
Luc. Thou call'st on Christ, contrary to thy promise.
BELZ. Thou shouldst not think on God.

Luc. Think on the devil.

BELZ. And his dam too.

FAUST. Nor will Faustus henceforth: pardon him for this, And Faustus vows never to look to heaven.

Luc. So shalt thou shew thyself an obedient servant, And we will highly gratify thee for it.

BELZ. Faustus, we are come from hell in person to shew thee some pastime: sit down, and thou shalt behold the Seven Deadly Sins appear to thee in their own proper shapes and likeness.

FAUST. That sight will be as pleasant unto me, as Paradise was to Adam the first day of his creation.

Luc. Talk not of Paradise or creation; but mark the show.— Go, Mephistophilis, and fetch them in.

MEPHISTOPHILIS brings in the SEVEN DEADLY SINS. BELZ. Now, Faustus, question them of their names and dispositions.

FAUST. That shall I soon.-What art thou, the + first?

PRIDE. I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to Ovid's flea; I can creep into every corner of a wench; sometimes, like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; next, like a necklace, I hang about her neck; then, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips; and then, turning myself to a wrought smock, do what I list. But, fie, what a smell is here! I'll not speak a word more for a king's ransom, unless the ground be perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras.

FAUST. Thou art a proud knave, indeed.—What art thou, the second?

* and] So 4to 1631.-Not in 4tos 1616, 1624.
+ the] So 4tos 1616, 1631.-Not in 4to 1624.

lips] So 4to 1604.-Not in the later 4tos.