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Am not tormented with ten thousand Hells,
In being deprived of everlasting bliss P
O Faustus ! leave these frivolous demands,
Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
Faust. What, is great Mephistophilis so passionate
For being deprived of the joys of Heaven?
Learn thou of Faustus manly fortitude,
And scorn those joys thou never shalt possess.
Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer:
Seeing Faustus hath incurred eternal death 90
By desperate thoughts against Jove's deity,
Say he surrenders up to him his soul,
So he will spare him four and twenty” years,
Letting him live in all voluptuousness;
Having thee ever to attend on me;
To give me whatsoever I shall ask,
To tell me whatsoever I demand,
To slay mine enemies, and aid my friends,
And always be obedient to my will.
Go, and return to mighty Lucifer, IOO
And meet me in my study at midnight,

And then resolve me of thy master's mind.

Meph. I will, Faustus. [Exit.

Faust. Had I as many souls as there be stars,
I'd give them all for Mephistophilis.
By him I'll be great Emperor of the world,
And make a bridge tho]rough the moving air,

* So ed. 1616.-Eds. 1604, 1609, “those." * So ed. 1616.-Eds. 1604, 1609, “24.”

To pass the ocean with a band of men:
I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore,
And make that country” continent to Spain, I IO
And both contributory to my Crown.
The Emperor shall not live but by my leave,
Nor any Potentate of Germany.
Now that I have obtained what I desire,
I'll live in speculation of this Art -
Till Mephistophilis return again. [Exit.

SCENE IV.
AEnter? WAGNER and Clown.

Wag. Sirrah, boy, come hither. Clown. How, boy! Swowns, boy! I hope you have seen many boys with such pickadevaunts” as I have; boy, quothal Wag. Tell me, sirrah, hast thou any comings in P Clown. Ay, and goings out too. You may see else. Wag. Alas, poor slave I see how poverty jesteth in his nakedness the villain is bare and out of service, and so hungry that I know he would give his soul to the Devil for a shoulder of mutton, though it were blood-raw. Io Clown. How. My soul to the Devil for a shoulder of mutton, though 'twere blood-rawl Not so, good friend. By’r Lady, I had need have it well roasted and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear. 1 So ed. 1616.-Eds. 1604, 1609, “land." s Scene: a street.—The text of ed. 1616 is given in the Appendix.

s Beards cut sharply to a point (Fr. Pic-3-devant).-A scene in the 1594 Taming of * Shrew opens with a similar piece of fooling.

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Wag. Well, wilt thou serve us, and I'll make thee go
like Qui mihi discipulus **
Clown. How, in verse?
Wag. No, sirrah; in beaten silk and stavesacre.”
Clown. How, how, Knave's acre 1* I, I thought that
was all the land his father left him. Do you hear? I
would be sorry to rob you of your living. 2I
Wag. Sirrah, I say in stavesacre.
Clown. Oho! Oho! Stavesacre I Why then belike if
I were your man I should be full of vermin.
Wag. So thou shalt, whether thou beest with me or
no. But, sirrah, leave your jesting, and bind yourself
presently unto me for seven years, or I'll turn all the lice
about thee into familiars, and they shall tear thee in
pieces. 29
Clown. Do you hear, sir? You may save that labour:
they are too familiar with me already: swowns ! they are
as bold with my flesh as if they had paid for their “meat
and drink.
Wag. Well, do you hear, sirrah? Hold, take these
guilders. [Gives money.
Clown. Gridirons ! what be they?
Wag. Why, French crowns.

* Dyce remarks that these are the first words of W. Lily's, “Ad discipulos carmen de moribus."

* A kind of larkspur, supposed to be efficacious in destroying vermin.

* “Knave's Acre (Poultney Street) is described by Strype, vi. 84, quoted in P. Cunningham's Handbook for London, as “but narrow, and chiefly inhabited by those that deal in old goods, and glass bottles." (It ran into Glasshouse Street.)”— Ward.

So ed. 1616,-Ed. 1604 "my."

Clown. Mass, but in the name of French crowns, a man were as good have as many English counters. And what should I do with these ? 40 Wag. Why, now, sirrah, thou art at an hour's warning, whensoever and wheresoever the Devil shall fetch thee. Clown. No, no. Here, take your gridirons again. Wag. Truly I’ll none of them. Clown. Truly but you shall. Wag. Bear witness I gave them him. Clown. Bear witness I give them you again. Wag. Well, I will cause two Devils presently to fetch thee away—Baliol and Belcher. 49 Clown. Let your Baliol and your Belcher come here, and I'll knock them, they were never so knocked since they were Devils I Say I should kill one of them, what would folks say? “Do you see yonder tall fellow in the round slop —he has killed the devil.” So I should be called Kill-devil all the parish over.

Enter two Devils: the Clown runs up and down crying. Wag. Baliol and Belcher! Spirits, away! [Exeunt Devils. Clown. What, are they gone? A vengeance on them, they have wild long nails | There was a he-devil, and a she-devil l I'll tell you how you shall know them; all he-devils has horns, and all she-devils has clists and cloven

feet. 61 Wag. Well, sirrah, follow me.

* Loose breeches, trunk-hose.

Clown. But, do you hear—if I should serve you, would you teach me to raise up Banios and Belcheos? Wag. I will teach thee to turn thyself to anything; to a dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or anything. Clown. Howl a Christian fellow to a dog or a cat, a mouse or a rat 1 No, no, sir. If you turn me into anything, let it be in the likeness of a little pretty frisking flea, that I may be here and there and everywhere. Oh, I'll tickle the pretty wenches' plackets; I'll be amongst them, i' faith. 72 Wag. Well, sirrah, come. Clown. But, do you hear, Wagner P Wag. How I Baliol and Belcher! Clown. O Lord l I pray, sir, let Banio and Belcher go sleep. Wag. Villain—call me Master Wagner, and let thy left eye be diametarily fixed upon my right heel, with quasi vestigias" nostras insistere. [Exit. So Clown. God forgive me, he speaks Dutch fustian. Well, I'll follow him: I'll serve him, that's flat [Exit.

SCENE V.
FAUSTUs discovered in his Study.

Aaust. Now, Faustus, must Thou needs be damned, and canst thou not be saved : What boots it then to think of God or Heaven?

* So all the 4to. As the mistake was doubtless intentional, I have not corrected it.

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