Abbildungen der Seite

Faust. Why, have you any pain that torture

others ? Meph. As great as have the human spirits of man. But tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul? And I will be thy slave and wait on thee, And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask.

Faust. Aye, Mephostophilis, I'll give it him.

Meph. Then, Fa stus, stab thine arm courageously,
And bind thy soul, that at some certain day
Great Lucifer may claim it as his own ;
And then be thou as great as Lucifer.

Faust Lo, Mephostophilis, for love of thee,
Faustus hath cut his arm, and with his blood
Assures himself to be great Lucifer's,
Chief lord, and regent of perpetual night.
View here this blood that trickles from mine arm,
And let it be propitious for thy wish.

Meph. But, Faustus,
Write it in manner of a deed of gift.

Faust. Ah, so I do! but, Mephostophilis,
My blood congeals, and I can write no more.
Meph. I'll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight.

[Erit. Faust. What might the staying of my blood

portend? It is unwilling I should write this bill. Why streams it not that I may write afresh ? Faustus gives to thee his soul: O there it stay'd ! Why should'st thou not? Is not thy soul thine own? Then write again, Faustus gives to thee his soul.

Enter MePHOSTOPHilis with the chafer of fire. Meph. See, Faustus, here is fire ; set it on.

Faust, So now the blood begins to clear again ; Now will I make an end immediately.

Meph. What will not I do to obtain his soul?

Faust. Consummatum est, this bill is ended,
And Faustus bath bequeath'd his soul to Lucifer.
But what is this inscription on mine arm?
Homo fuge; whither should I fly?
If unto heaven he'll throw me down to hell.
My senses are deceived, here's nothing writ:
O, yes, I see it plain, even here is writ
Homo fuge; yet shall not Faustus ily.

Meph. I'll fetch him something to delight his mind.

[Exit. Enter Devils, giving crowns and rich apparel to

Fuustus. They dance and then depart.

FAUST. What means this show? speak, Mephos-

MEPH. Nothing, Faustus, but to delight thy mind,
And let thee see what magic can perform.
Faust. But may I raise such spirits when I

please? Meph. Aye, Faustus, and do greater things than

these. Faust. Then, Mephostophilis, receive this scroll, A deed of gift, of body, and of soul: But yet conditionally that thou perform'st All covenants and articles between us both.

Mepk. Faustus, I swear by hell and Lucifer, To effect all promises between us both.

Faust. Then hear me read it, Mephostophilis, On these conditions following:

First. That Faustus may be a Spirit in form and substance.

Secondly. That Mephostophilis shall be his servant, and be by him commanded.

Thirdly. That Mephostophilis shall do for him, and bring him whatsoever he requireth

Fourthly. That he shall be in his house or chamber invisible.

Lastly. He shall appear to the said John Faustus,
at all times, in what shape and form soever he
1, John Faustus of Wittenberg, Doctor, by these

presents, do give both body and soul to Lucifer,
Prince of the East, and his minister Mephosto-
philis; and furthermore grant unto them, that
four-and-twenty years being expired, and these
articles above written being inviolate, full power
to fetch or carry the said John Faustus, body
and soul, into their habitation wheresoever.

[ocr errors]

By me,

John FAUSTUS. Meph. Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as

your deed ?

Faust. Aye, take it, and the devil give thee good of it.

Meph. So now, Faustus, ask me what thou wilt.

Faust. First I will question thee about hell.
Tell me where is the place that men call hell?

Meph. Under the heavens.
Faust. Aye, so are all things else; but where-

abouts ?
MEPH. Within the bowels of these elements;
Where we are tortured and remain for ever.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In one self place; but where we are is hell;
And where hell is there must we ever be :
And, to be short, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Faust. I think hell is a mere fable. : Meph. Ah! think so still, till experience change thy mind. Faust. Why, dost thou think that Faustus shall

be damned ? Meph. Aye, of necessity, for here's the scroll In which thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer.

Faust. Aye, and body too; and what of that ? Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine, That after this life there is any pain? No, these are trifles, and mere old wives? tales. Meph. But I am an instance to prove the con

trary; For I tell thee I am damn'd, and now in hell. Faust. Nay, an this be 'hell, I'll willingly be


What sleeping, eating, walking, and disputing?
But, leaving this, let me have a wife,
The fairest maid in Germany;
For I am wanton and lascivious,
And cannot live without a wife.
Meph. Well, Faustus, thou shalt have a wife.

[He fetches in a Woman Deoil. Faust. What sight is this? Meph. Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife?

Faust. Here's a hot whore indeed; no, I'll no wife.

Meph. Marriage is but a ceremonial toy, And if thou lov'st me think no more of it: I'll cull thee out the fairest courtezans, And bring them every morning to thy bed : She whom thine eye shall like, thy heart shall have ; Were she as chaste as was Penelope, As wise as Saba, or as beautiful As was bright Lucifer before his fall. Here take this book, and peruse it well; The iterating of these lines brings gold; The framing of this circle on the ground Brings thunder, whirlwinds, storms, and lightning ; Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself, And men in harness shall appear to thee, Ready to execute what thou command'st.. Faust. Thanks, Mephostophilis, for this sweet

book, This will I keep as chary as my life. [Exeunt.

« ZurückWeiter »