1690 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! Say I should kill one of them, what would folks say? Do you see yonder tall fellow in the round slop1-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 vild long nails! There was a he-devil, and a she-devil! I'll tell you how you shall know them; all he-devils has horns, and all she-devils has clifts and cloven feet. Wag. Well, sirrah, follow me. 1 Loose breeches, trunk-hose, 61 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. How! a Christian fellow to a dog or a cat, a mouse or a rat! 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. Wag. Well, sirrah, come. Clown. But, do you hear, Wagner? Wag. How! Baliol and Belcher ! 72 Clown. O Lord! 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 vestigias1 nostras insistere. [Exit. 80 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. Faust. Now, Faustus, must Thou needs be damned, and canst thou not be saved: What boots it then to think of God or Heaven? 1 So all the 4tos. As the mistake was doubtless intentional, I have not corrected it. Away with such vain fancies, and despair: Despair in God, and trust in Belzebub; Now go not backward: no, Faustus, be resolute : ears Abjure this Magic, turn to God again! Ay, and Faustus will turn to God again. The God thou serv'st is thine own appetite, 10 Enter Good Angel and Evil Angel, exist in Faustus gnend G. Ang1 Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable Art. Faust. Contrition, prayer, repentance! What of them? G. Ang. O, they are means to bring thee unto Heaven. E. Ang. Rather, illusions-fruits of lunacy, That makes men foolish that do trust them most. G. Ang. Sweet Faustus, think of Heaven, and heavenly things. 20 E. Ang. No, Faustus, think of honour and of 2 wealth. Faust. Of wealth! [Exeunt Angels. Why the Signiory of Embden shall be mine. When Mephistophilis shall stand by me, 1 In ed. 1616 the "Evil Angel" begins the colloquy with "Go for ward, Faustus, with that famous art." 2 So ed. 1616.-Omitted in ed. 1604. What God can hurt thee? Faustus, thou art safe: And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer ; Is't not midnight? Come, Mephistophilis ; Veni, veni, Mephistophile! Vi vidi viri, (2000) Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS. Now tell me,' what says Lucifer thy lord? Meph. That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he 2 lives, So he will buy my service with his soul. 30 Faust. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee. If thou deny it, I will back to Hell. Faust. Stay, Mephistophilis! and tell me what good Will my soul do thy lord. Meph. Enlarge his kingdom. 40 Faust. Is that the reason why he tempts us thus ? And I will be thy slave, and wait on thee, And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask. 1 So ed. 1616.-Omitted in ed. 1604. 2 So ed. 1616.-Ed. 1604 "I live." 3 So ed. 1616.-Omitted in ed. 1604. " 4 So ed. 1604. "You" is of course the antecedent of that." Cf. note, p. 21. Faust. Ay, Mephistophilis, I give it thee. Meph. Then, Faustus,' 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. 50 Faust. [stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night! View here the blood that trickles from mine arm, Meph. But, Faustus, thou must Write it in manner of a deed of gift. Faust. Ay, so I will. [Writes.] But, Mephistophilis, My blood congeals, and I can write no more. 60 Meph. I'll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight. [Exit. Faust. What might the staying of my blood portend? Is it unwilling I should write this bill? Why streams it not that I may write afresh? Faustus gives to thee his soul. Ah, there it stayed. Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a chafer of coals. 1 So ed. 1616.-Omitted in ed. 1604. 70 "This would not be intelligible without the assistance of the History of Dr. Faustus, the sixth chapter of which is headed—'How Dr. Faustus set his blood in a saucer on warme ashes and writ as followeth.'"-Dyce. |