Abbildungen der Seite
PDF
EPUB

He surfeits on the cursed necromancy.
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss,
And this the man that in his study sits.

ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I.

Faustus in his study.
Faust. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin
To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess;
Having commenc'd, be a divine in show,
Yet level at the end of every art,
And live and die in Aristotle's works.
Sweet analytics, 'tis thou hast ravish'd me.
Bene disserere est finis logices*
Is, to dispute well, logic's chiefest end ?
Affords this art no greater miracle?
Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that end.
A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit:
Bid economy^arewell: and Galen come.
Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold,
And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure:
Symmim bonum medicine? sanitas ;
The end of physic is our bodies' health.
Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain'd that end ?
Are not thy bills hung up as monuments,
Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague,

And thousand desperate maladies been cur'd ?
Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man.
Couldst thou make men to live eternally,
Or, being dead, raise them to life again,
Then this profession were to be esteem'd.
Physic farewell. Where is Justinian ?
Si una eademque res legatur duobus,
filter rem, alter valorem rei, &c,
A petty case of paltry legacies.
Bxhereditarifilium non potest pater, nisi, &c.
Such is the subject of the institute,
And universal body of the law.
This study fits a mercenary drudge,
Who aims at nothing but external trash,
Too servile and illiberal for me.
When all is done, divinity is best.

Jerome's bible, Faustus; view it well.
Stipendium peccati mors est: ha! stipendium, &c.
The reward of sin is death : that's hard.
Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis

Veritas,
If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and

there is no truth in us.
Why then belike we must sin,
And so consequently die.
Aye, we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine call you this ? Che, sera, sera :
What will be, shall be? divinity adieu.
These metaphysics of magicians,
And necromantic books, are heavenly.

Lines, circles, letters, characters:
Aye, these are those that Faustus moat desires.
O what a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honour, and omnipotence,
Is promised to the studious artizan I
All things that move between the quiet poles
Shall be at my command. Emperors and kings
Are but obey'd in their several provinces;
But his dominion that exceeds in this,
Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man:
A sound magician is a demigod.
Here tire my brains to get a deity.
Enter Wag Neb.
Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends,
The German Valdes, and Cornelius:
Request them earnestly to visit me.

Wag, I will, sir. {Exit,

Faust. Their conference will be a greater help to me Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast. Enter a Good and Bad Angel.

Good Ang. O Faustus! lay that damned book aside, And gaze not on it lest it tempt thy soul, And heap God's heavy wrath upon thy head. Read, read the scriptures;—that is blasphemy.

Bad A$tg. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art, Wherein all nature's treasure is contam'd. Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky,

Lord and commander of these elements,

[Exeunt Angels.
Faust. How am I glutted with conceit of this!
Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please ?
Resolve me of all ambiguities ?
Perform what desperate enterprise I will ?
I'll have them fly to Tndia for gold,
Ransack the ocean for orient pearl,
And search all corners of the new-found world,
For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.
I'll have them read me strange philosophy;
And tell the secrets of all foreign kings :
I'll have them wall all Germany with brass,
And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg:
1*11 have them fill the public schools with skill,
Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad:
I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring,
And chase the prince of Parma from our land;
And reign sole king of all the provinces:
Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war,
Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge,
I'll make my servile spirits to invent.

Enter Valdes and Cornelius
Come, German Valdes, and Cornelius,
And make me blest with your sage conference.
Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius,
Know that your words have won me at the last
To practice magic and concealed arts.
Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Both law and physic are for petty wits ;

'Tis magic, magic, that hath ravish'd me.
Then, gentle friends, aid rae in this attempt;
And I, that have with subtle syllogisms
Gravell'd the pastors of the German church,
And made the flow'ring pride of Wittenberg
Swarm to my problems, as th* infernal spirits
On sweet Musccus when he came to hell;
Will be as cunning as Agrippa was,
Whose shadow made all Europe honour him.

Val. [to Faust,] These books, thy wit, and our
experience,
Shall make all nations to canonize us.
As Indian Moors obey their Spanish lords,
So shall the spirits of every element
Be always serviceable to us three:
Like lions shall they guard us when we please r
Like Almain rutters with their horsemen's staves,
Or Lapland giants trotting by our sides:
Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids,
Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows,
Than have the white breasts of the queen of love.)
From Venice they shall drag whole* argosies;
And from America the golden fleece,
That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury;
If learned Faustus will be resolute.

Faust. As resolute am I in this
As thou to live, therefore object it not.

Gorn. The miracles that magic will perform,

• Edit. 1616, reads «' huge."

« ZurückWeiter »