Will make thee vow to study nothing else. Enrich'd with tongues, well seen in minerals, Then, tell me, Faustus, what shall we three want. FAUST. Nothing, Cornelius; O this cheers my soul! Come show me some demonstrations magical, VAL. Then haste thee to some solitary grove, We will inform thee ere our conference cease. VAL. First I'll instruct thee in the rudiments, FAUST. Then come and dine with me, and after meat We'll canvass every quidity thereof; For ere I sleep I'll try what I can do ; This night I'll conjure though I die therefore. [Exeunt omnes. SCENE II. Enter two SCHOLARS. 1 Scпо. I wonder what's become of Faustus, that was wont To make our schools ring with sic probo. Enter WAGNER. 2 SCHо. That shall we presently know; here comes his boy. 1 SCHO. How now, sirrah, where's thy master? WAG. God in heaven knows. 2 SCHO. Why dost not thou know then? WAG. Yes, I know, but that follows not. 1 SCHO. Go to, sirrah, leave your jesting, and tell where he is. WAG. That follows not by force of argument, which you, being licentiates, should stand upon; therefore acknowledge your error, and be attentive. 2 SCHO. Then you will not tell us? WAG. You are deceived, for I will tell you; yet if you were not dunces you would never ask 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 forty feet of the place of execution; although I do not doubt but to see you both hanged the next sessions. Thus having triumphed over you, I will set my countenance like a precisian, and begin to speak thus: Truly, my dear brethren, my master is within at dinner with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine if it would speak could inform your worships; and so the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear brethren. [Exit. 1 Scno. O Faustus! Then I fear that which I have long suspected, That thou art fallen into the damned art, For which they two are infamous through the world. 2 Scro. Were he a stranger, not allied to me, 1 Scno. I fear me nothing will reclaim him now. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Thunder.—Enter LUCIFER and four DEVILS. FAUST. Now that the gloomy shadow of the night, Longing to view Orion's drizzling look, Leaps from the antarctic world unto the sky, And dims the welkin with his pitchy breath; 1 Faustus begin thine incantations, And try if devils will obey thy hest; Seeing thou hast pray'd and sacrific'd to them. (Thunder.) Sint mihi Dii Acherontis propitii, valeat numen triplex Jehovæ, ignei, aerii, aquitani spiritus ! saluete Orientis Princeps Belzebub, inferni ardentis monarcha et demigorgon, propitiamus vos, ut appareat et surgat Mephostophilis Dragon, quod tumeraris; per Jehovan, Gehennam et consecratum aquam, quam nunc spargo; signumque crucis quod nunc facio; et per rota nostra ipse nunc surgat nobis dictatis Mephostophilis. Enter DEVIL. [Exit devil. I charge thee to return and change thy shape; Such is the force of magic, and my spells. Enter MEPHOSTOPHILIS. MEPH. Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have me do? FAUST. I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live, To do whatever Faustus shall command; Be it to make the moon drop from her sphere, MEPH. I am a servant to great Lucifer, And No may not follow thee without his leave; more than he commands, must we perform. FAUST. Did not he charge thee to appear to me? MEPH. No, I came hither of mine own accord. FAUST. Did not my conjuring raise thee? speak! MEPH. That was the cause, but yet per accidens ; For when we hear one rack the name of God, Abjure the Scriptures and his Saviour Christ, We fly in hope to get his glorious soul: Nor will we come unless he use such means, Whereby he is in danger to be damn'd. Therefore the shortest cut for conjuring, Is stoutly to abjure all godliness, And pray devoutly to the prince of hell. FAUST. SO Faustus hath already done, and holds this principle, There is no chief but only Belzebub; To whom Faustus doth dedicate himself. This word damnation terrifies not me, VOL. II. 9 |