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Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist,
Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud,
That, when you* vomit forth into the air,
My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
So that my soul may but ascend to heaven !

[The clock strikes the half-hour.
Ah, half the hour is past ! 'twill all be past anon.
Oh, God, if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me,
Impose some end to my incessant pain;
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd !
Oh, no end is limited to damned souls !
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast ?
Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true,
This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd
Unto some brutish beast 1! all beasts are happy,
For, when they die,
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

you, &c.] It would seem that there is some error lere; yet all the editions agree in this reading.

and I be chang'd Unto some brutish beast] “Now, thou Faustus, damned wretch, how happy wert thou, if, as an unreasonable beast, thou mightest dye without [a] soule! so shouldst thou not feele any more doubts,” &c. The History of Doctor Faustus, Sig. K. ed. 1648.

VOL. II.

That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.

[The clock strikes twelve. Oh, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell !

[Thunder and lightning. Oh, 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. Exeunt Devils with Faustus] In The History of Doctor Faustus, his “miserable and lamentable end” is, described as follows: it took place, we are informed, at “ the village called Rimlich, halfe a mile from Wittenberg.”—“!

« The students and the other that were there, when they had prayed for him, they wept, and so went forth; but Faustus tarried in the hall; and when the gentlemen were laid in bed, none of them could sleepe, for that they attended to heare if they might be privy of his end. It happened that betweene twelve and one a clocke at midnight, there blew a mighty storme of winde against the house, as though it would have blowne the foundation thereof out of his place. Hereupon the students began to feare and goe out of their beds, comforting one another; but they would not stirre out of the chamber; and the host of the house ran out of doores, thinking the house would fall. The students lay neere unto the hall wherein Doctor Faustus lay, and they heard a mighty noyse and hissing, as if the hall had beene full of snakes and adders. With that, the hall-doore flew open, wherein Doctor Faustus was, that he began to cry for helpe, saying, Mur

Enter CHORUS.

Cuor. Cut is the branch that might have grown full

straight,

ther, murther ! but it came forth with halfe a voyce, hollowly : shortly after, they heard him no more. But when it was day, the students, that had taken no rest that night, arose and went into the hall, in the which they left Doctor Faustus; where notwithstanding they found not Faustus, but all the hall lay sprink. led with blood, his braines cleaving to the wall, for the devill had beaten him from one wall against another; in one corner lay his eyes, in another his teeth; a pittifull and fearefull sight to behold. Then began the students to waile and weepe for bim, and sought for his body in many places. Lastly, they came into the yard, where they found his body lying on the horse-dung, most monstrously torne and fearefull to bebold, for his head and all his joynts were dashed in peeces. The fore-named students and masters that were at his death, have obtained so much, that they buried him in the village where he was so grievously tormented. After the which they returned to Wittenberg; and comming into the house of Faustus, they found the servant of Faustus very sad, unto whom they opened all the matter, who tooke it exceeding heavily. There found they also this history of Doctor Faustus noted and of him written, as is before declared, all save only his end, the which was after by the students thereto annexed; further, what his servant had noted thereof, was made in another booke. And you bave heard that he held by him in his life the spirit of faire Helena, the which had by him one sonne, the which he named Justus Faustus: even the same day of his death they vanished away, both mother and

The house before was so darke that scarce any body could abide therein. The same night Doctor Faustus appeared unto his servant lively, and shewed unto him many secret things, the which he had done and hidden in his life-time. Likewise there were certaine which saw Doctor Faustus looke out of the window by night, as they passed by the house.” Sig. K3, ed. 1648.

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TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS.

And burnèd 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 practise more than heavenly power permits.

Terminat hora diem ; terminat auctor opus.

THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF

DOCTOR FAUSTUS.

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