Gush would weep but the devil draws in my tears. forth blood instead of tears, yea life and soul. Oh, he stays my tongue: I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold'em, they hold'em. Scholars. Who, Faustus? Faust. Why, Lucifer and Mephostophilis. O gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning. Scholars. O God forbid. Faust. God forbid it indeed, but Faustus hath done it for the vain pleasure of four-and-twenty years hath Faustus lost eternal joy and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood, the date is expired: this is the time, and he will fetch me. First Seh. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that Divines might have prayed for thee? Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so; but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces if I named God; to fetch me body and soul if I once gave ear to divinity: and now it is too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me. Sec. Sch. O what may we do to save Faustus? Faust. Talk not of me but save yourselves and depart. Third Sch. God will strengthen me, I will stay with Faustus. First Sch. Tempt not God, sweet friend, but let us into the next room and pray for him. Faust. Aye, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. Sec. Sch. Pray thou, and we will pray, that God may have mercy upon thee. Faust. Gentlemen, farewell; if I live till morning, I'll visit you: if not, Faustus is gone to hell. Scholars. Faustus, farewell. FAUSTUS alone.-The clock strikes Eleven. Faust. O Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, And see, a threat'ning arm, and angry brow. The watch strikes. O half the hour is past: 'twill all be past anon. Impose some end to my incessant pain. A hundred thousand, and at the last be saved: Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Oh, Pythagoras, Metempsycosis, were that true, All beasts are happy, for when they die, The clock strikes twelve. It strikes, it strikes; now, body, turn to air, Thunder, and enter the Devils. Enter SCHOLARS." First Sch. Come gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus, For such a dreadful night was never seen Since first the world's creation did begin; Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard. Pray heaven the Doctor have escaped the danger. Sec. Sch. O help us heavens! see here are Faustus' limbs All torn asunder by the hand of death. Third Sch. The devil whom Faustus serv'd hath torn him thus: For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, methought, At which same time the house seem'd all on fire With dreadful horror of these damned fiends. Sec. Sch. Well gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such For wondrous knowledge in our German schools, And all the scholars, cloth'd in mourning black, Chorus. Cut is the branch that might have grown full strait, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough That sometime grew within this learned man : Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits [The growing horrors of Faustus are awfully marked by the hours and half hours as they expire and bring him nearer and nearer to the exactment of his dire compact. It is indeed an agony and bloody sweat. Marlowe is said to have been tainted with atheistical positions, to have denied God and the Trinity. To such a genius the history of Faustus must have been delectable food to wander in fields where curiosity is forbidden to go, to approach the dark gulf near enough to look in, to be busied in speculations which are the rottenest part of the core of the fruit that fell from the tree of knowledge. Barabas the Jew, and Faustus the conjurer, are offsprings of a mind which at least delighted to dally with interdicted subjects. They both talk a language which a believer would have been tender of putting into the mouth of a character though but in fiction. But the holiest minds have sometimes not thought it blameable to counterfeit impiety in the person of another, to bring Vice in upon the stage speaking her own dialect, and, themselves being armed with an Unction of self-confident' impunity, have not scrupled to handle and touch that familiarly, which would be death to others. Milton, in the person of Satan has started speculations hardier than any which the feeble armoury of the atheist ever furnished: and the precise strait-· laced Richardson has strengthened Vice, from the mouth of Lovelace, with entangling sophistries and abstruse pleas against her adversary Virtue which Sedley, Villiers, and Rochester, wanted depth of libertinism sufficient to have invented.] THE HOG HATH LOST HIS PEARL; A COMEDY, Carracus appoints his friend Albert to meet him before the break of day at the house of the old Lord Wealthy, whose daughter Maria has consented to a stolen match with Carracus.-Albert, arriving before his friend, is mistaken by Maria for Carracus, and takes advantage of the night to wrong his friend. Enter ALBERT, solus. Alb. This is the green, and this the chamber-window; And see, the appointed light stands in the casement, The ladder of ropes set orderly, Yet he that should ascend, slow in his haste, Is not as yet come hither. Were it any friend that lives but Carracus, |