articles above written inviolate, full power to fetch or carry the caid John Faustus, body and soul, flesh, blood, or goods, into their habitation wheresoever. By me, John Faustus.

Meph. Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed?

Faust. Ay, take it, and the devil give thee good on't.
Meph. Now, Fanstus, ask what thou wilt.

Faust. First will I question with thee about hell.
Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?
Meph. Under the heavens.

Faust.

Ay, but whereabout?

Meph. Within the bowels of these elements,
Where we are tortur'd and remain for ever:
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd

In one self place; for where we are is hell,
And where hell is, must we ever be :

And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Faust. Come, I think, hell's a fable.

Meph. Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind. Faust. Why, think'st thou, then, that Faustus shall be damned?

Meph. Ay, of necessity, for here's the scroll

Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer.
Faust. Ay, and body too: but what of that?
Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine

That, after this life, there is any pain ?

Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales.

Meph. But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the

contrary,

For I am damned, and am now in hell.

Faust. How! Now in hell!

Nay, an' this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd here;

What! walking, disputing! etc.

But, leaving off this, let me have a wife,

The fairest maid in Germany;

For I am wanton and lascivious,

And cannot live without a wife.

Meph.

How a wife!

I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife.

Faust. Nay, sweet Mephistophilis, fetch me one;

For I will have one.

Meph. Well, thou wilt have one? Sit there till I come :

I'll fetch thee a wife in the devil's name.

[Exit.

Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a DEVIL drest like a woman,

with fireworks.

Meph. Tell me, Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife ?

Marriage is but a ceremonial toy;

If thou lovest me, think no more of it.

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She whom thine eye shall like, thy heart shall have,

Be she as cha steas was Penelope,

As wise as Saba, or as beautiful

As was bright Lucifer before his fall.

Hold, take this book, peruse it thoroughly:

[Gives book.

The iterating of these lines brings gold;

The framing of this circle on the ground

Brings whirlwinds, tempests, thunder, and lightning,
Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,

And men in armour shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou desir'st.

Faust. Thanks, Mephistophilis yet fain would I have a book wherein I might behold all spells and incantations, that I might raise up spirits when I please.

Meph. Here they are in this book.

[Turns to them.

Faust. Now would I have a book where I might see alı

characters and planets of the heavens, that I might know their motions and dispositions.

Meph. Here they are too.

[Turns to them.

Faust. Nay, let me have one book more,-and then I have done,-wherein I might see all plants, herbs, and trees, that grow upon the earth.

Meph. Here they be.

Faust. O, thou art deceived.

Meph. Tut, I warrant thee,

[Turns to them.

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SCENE II.

Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.

Faust. When I behold the heavens, then I repent,

And curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis,

Because thou hast depriv'd me of those joys.

Meph. Why, Faustus,

Thinkest thou heaven is such a glorious thing?

I tell thee, 'tis not half so fair as thou,

Or any man that breathes on earth.

Faust. How prov'st thou that?

Meph. 'Twas made for man, therefore is man more excellent.

Faust. If it were made for man, 'twas made for me

I will renounce this magic, and repent.

Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL.

Good Ang. Faustus, repent; yet God will pity thee.
Evil Ang. Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee.
Faust. Who buzzeth in mine ears I am a spirit?
Be I a devil, yet God may pity me;

Ay, God will pity me, if I repent.

Evil Ang. Ay, but Faustus never shall repent.

[Exeunt ANGELS.

Faust. My heart's so harden'd I cannot repent;

Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven,

But fearful echoes thunder in mine ears

"Faustus, thou art damn'd!" then swords, and knives,

Poison, guns, halters, and envenom'd steel
Are laid before me to despatch myself;

And long ere this I should have slain myself,
Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair.
Have not I made blind Homer sing to me
Of Alexander's love, and Enon's death?
And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes,
With ravishing sound of his melodious harp,
Made music with my Mephistophilis ?

Why should I die, then, or basely despair?
I am resolv'd; Faustus shall ne'er repent.-
Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again,
And argue of divine astrology.

Tell me, are there many heavens above the moon?
Are all celestial bodies but one globe,

As is the substance of this centric earth?

Meph. As are the elements, such are the spheres,

Mutually folded in each other's orb,

And, Faustus,

All jointly move upon one axletree,

Whose terminine is termed the world's wide pole:
Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter

Feign'd, but are erring stars.

Faust. But, tell me, have they all one motion, both situ et tempore?

Meph. All jointly move from east to west in twenty-four