CLOWN. Yes, marry, sir, and I thank you too. WAG. So now thou art to be at an hour's warning whensoever and wheresover the devil shall fetch thee. CLOWN. Here, take your guilders again, I'll none of 'em. WAG. Not I, thou art pressed; prepare thyself, for I will presently raise up two devils to carry away. Banio! Belcher ! thee CLOWN. Belcher! and Belcher come here, I'll belch him; I am not afraid of a devil. Enter two DEVILS. WAG. How now, sir, will you serve me now? CLOWN. Ay, good Wagner, take away the devil then. WAG. Spirits away! now, sirrah, follow me. [Exeunt Devils. CLOWN. I will, sir; but hark you, master, will you teach me this conjuring occupation? WAG. Ay, sirrah, I'll teach thee to turn thyself to a dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or any thing. CLOWN. A dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat! O brave Wagner! WAG. Villain, call me Master Wagner, and see that you walk attentively, and let your right eye be always diametrically fixed upon my left heel that thou mayst quasi vestigias nostras insistere. CLOWN. Well, sir, I warrant you. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. FAUSTUS in his Study. FAUST. NOW, Faustus, Must thou need'st be damn'd; canst thou, not be sav'd. What boots it then to think on God or heav'n? Away with such vain fancies, and despair; Now, go not back, Faustus; be resolute. Why waver'st thou ? O something soundeth in mine ear, Abjure this magic, turn to God again : Why, he loves thee not; The Goa thou serv'st is thine own appetite, To him I'll build an altar and a church, Enter the two ANGELS. BAD ANG. Go forward, Faustus, in that most famous art. art. GOOD ANG. Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable FAUST. Contrition, prayer, apentance, what of these? GOOD ANG. Oh, they are means to bring thee unto heaven! BAD ANG. Rather illusions, fruits of lunacy, That make men foolish that do use them most. GOOD ANG. Sweet Faustus, think of heaven and heavenly things. BAD ANG. No, Faustus, think of honour and of wealth. FAUST. Wealth! [Exeunt Angels. Why the signiory of Embden shall be mine; What power can hurt me? Faustus, thou art safe : Enter MEPHOSTOPHILIS. Now tell me what sayeth Lucifer, thy lord? MEPH. That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives, So thou wilt buy his service with thy soul. FAUST. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee. MEPH. But now thou must bequeath it solemnly, And write a deed of gift with thine own blood: For that security craves Lucifer. If thou deny it, I must back to hell. FAUST. Stay, Mephostophilis, and tell me What good will my soul do thy lord? MEPH. Enlarge his kingdom. FAUST. Is that the reason why he tempts us thus? MEPH. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. FAUST. Why, have you any pain that torture others? MEPH. As great as have the human spirits of man. And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask. FAUST LO, Mephostophilis, for love of thee, 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. [Exit. 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. 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? If unto heaven he'll throw me down to hell. Homo fuge; yet shall not Faustus fly. MEPH. I'll fetch him something to delight his mind. [Exit. Enter DEVILS, giving crowns and rich apparel to Faustus. They dance and then depart. Enter MEPHOSTOPHILIS. FAUST. What means this show? speak, Mephostophilis. 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. |