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Come, let us cast the body in the moat,
K. Edw. Third. That thither thou didst send : And bear the king's to Mortimer our lord :
[Exeunt omnes. Y. Mor. What murderer? Bring forth the man
I sent. Enter the younger MORTIMER and MATREVIS.
K. Edw. Third. Ah, Mortimer, thou know'st 1. Mor. Is't done, Matrevis, and the murderer that he is slain ! dead?
And so shalt thou be too. Why stays he here? Mat. Ay, my good lord; I would it were un Bring him unto a hurdle, drag him forth; done!
Hang him, I say, and set his quarters up: Y. Mor. Matrevis, if thou now grow'st penitent, But bring his head back presently to me. I'll be thy ghostly father; therefore choose, Q. Isab. For my sake, sweet son, pity MorWhether thou wilt be secret in this,
timer! Or else die by the hand of Mortimer.
Y. Mor. Madam, entreat not: I will rather die Mat. Gurney, my lord, is fled, and will, I fear, Than sue for life unto a paltry boy. Betray us both; therefore let me ily.
K. Edw. Third. Hence with the traitor, with Y. Mor. Fly to the savages!
the murderer! Mat. I humbly thank your honour. [Exit. Y. Mor: Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy Y. Mor. As for myself, I stand as Jove's huge wheel tree,
There is a point, to which when men aspire, And others are but shrubs compar'd to me: They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd, All tremble at my name, and I fear none : And, seeing there was no place to mount up Let's see who dare impeach me for his death!
Why should I grieve at my declining fall ?
Farewell, fair queen: weep not for Mortimer, Q. Isab. Ah, Mortimer, the king my son hath That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, news,
Goes to discover countries yet unknown, His father's dead, and we have murder'd him! K. Edw. Third. What! suffer you the traitor to
Y. Mor. What if he have? the king is yet a delay? child.
[Exit the younger MORTIMER with First Lord Q. Isab. Ay, ay; but he tears his hair, and wrings his hands,
and some of the Attendants. And vows to be reveng'd upon us both.
Q. Isab. As thou receivèdest thy life from me, Into the council-chamber he is
Spill not the blood of gentle Mortimer! To crave the aid and succour of his peers.
K. Edw. Third. This argues that you spilt my Ay me, see where he comes, and they with him! father's blood, Now, Mortimer, begins our tragedy.
Else would you not entreat for Mortimer. Enter KING EDWARD THE THIRD, Lords, and
Q. Isab. I spill his blood! no.
K. Edw. Third. Ay, madam, you; for so the Attendants. First Lord. Fear not, my lord; know that you Q. Isab. That rumour is untrue: for loving are a king.
thee, K. Edw. Third. Villain!
Is this report rais'd on poor Isabel. Y. Mor. Ho,' now, my lord !
K. Edw. Third. I do not think her so unnatural. K. Edro. Third. Think not that I am frighted Sec. Lord. My lord, I fear me it will prove too with thy words:
true. My father's murder'd through thy treachery; K. Edw. Third. Mother, you are suspected for And thou shalt die, and on his mournful hearse his death, Thy hateful and accursèd head shall lie,
And therefore we commit you to the Tower, To witness to the world that by thy means Till further trial may be made thereof. His kingly body was too soon interr'd.
If you be guilty, though I be your son, Q. Isab. Weep not, sweet son.
Think not to find me slack or pitiful. K. Edw. Third. Forbid not me to weep; he Q. Isab. Nay, to my death; for too long have was my father;
I liv'd, And, had you lov'd him half so well as I, Whenas 1 my son thinks to abridge my days. You could not bear his death thus patiently : K. Edw. Third. Away with her! her words But you, I fear, conspir'd with Mortimer.
enforce these tears, First Lord. Why speak you not unto my lord And I shall pity her if she speak again. the king?
Q. Isab. Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord, Y. Mor. Because I think scorn to be accus'd. And with the rest accompany him to his grave? Who is the man dares say I murder'd him? Sec. Lord. Thus, madam, 'tis the king's will K. Edw. Third. Traitor, in me my loving father you shall hence. speaks,
Q. Isab. He hath forgotten me : stay; I am his And plainly saith, 'twas thou that murder'dst mother. him.
Sec. Lord. That boots not; therefore, gentle Y. Mor. But hath your grace no other proof madam, go. than this?
Q. Isab. Then come, sweet death, and rid me K. Edw. Third. Yes, if this be the hand of of this grief! Mortimer.
[Exit with Second Lord and some of the AtY. Mor. False Gurney hath betray'd me and
[Aside to QUEEN. Q. Isab. I fear'd as much: murder cannot be
Re-enter First Lord, with the head of the younger hid.
MORTIMER. Y. Mor. It is my hand; what gather you by First Lord. My lord, here is the head of Morthis?
K. Edw. Third. Go, fetch my father's hearse, where it shall lie;
Re-enter Attendants, with the hearse and funeral
robes. And bring my funeral robes.
[Exeunt Attendants. Sweet father, here unto thy murder'd ghost
Accursèd head, I offer up this wicked traitor's head; Could I'have rul'd thee then, as I do now, And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes, Thou hadst not hatch'd this monstrous treachery! Be witness of my grief and innocence. Here comes the hearse : help me to mourn, my
THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS:
AS IT HATH BEEN ACTED BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF NOTTINGHAM HIS SERVANTS.
His waxen wings did mount above his reach, Enter Chorus.
And, melting, heavens conspir'd his overthrow; Chorus. Not marching now in fields of Thrasy- For, falling to a devilish exercise, mene,
And glutted more with learning's golden gifts,
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
[Exit. Only this, gentlemen,-we must perform The form 2 of Faustus' fortunes, good or bad:
Faustus discovered in his study. To patient judgments we appeal our plaud, Faust. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin And speak for Faustus in his infancy.
To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess: Now is he born, his parents base of stock, Having commenc'd, be a divine in shew, In Germany, within a town call'd Rhodes: Yet level at the end of every art, Oi riper years, to Wertenberg he went,
And live and die in Aristotle's works. Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up. Sweet Analytics, ' 'tis thon hast ravish'd me! So soon he profits in divinity,
Bene disserere est finis logices. The fruitful plot 4 of scholarism gracid,
Is, to dispute well, logic's chiefest end? That shortly he was grac'd with doctor's name, Affords this art no greater miracle ? Excelling all whose sweet delight disputes Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that end: In heavenly matters of theology;,
A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Till swoln with cunning, 6 of a self-conceit, Bid Economy farewell; Galen come,
Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medi
i mate-confound, defeat.
1 Analytics-science of analysis, logic.
2. Where the philosopher ends, there the physician begins.'
Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold,
And search all corners of the new-found world And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure:
For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; Summum bonum medicinæ sanitas,
I'll have them read me strange philosophy, The end of physic is our body's health.
And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain'd that end? I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, Is not thy common talk found aphorisms? And make swift Rhine circle fair Wertenberg; Are not thy bills hung up as monuments,
I'll have them fill the public schools with silk, Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague, Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad; And thousand desperate maladies been eas'd ? I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring, Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man.
And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, Couldst thou make men to live eternally,
And reign sole king of all our provinces; Or, being dead, raise them to life again,
Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war, Then this profession were to be esteem'd.
Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp's bridge, : Physic, farewell!
I'll make my servile spirits to invent.
Enter VALDES and CORNELIUS.
[Reads Come, German Valdes and Cornelius, Stipendium peccati mors est. Ha! Stipendium, ge. And make me blest with your sage conference. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius,
[Reads. Know that your words have won me at the last Si peccasse negamus, fullimur, et nulla est in nobis To practise magic and concealed arts: veritas; If we say that we have no sin, we deceive Yet not your words only, but mine own fantasy, ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, That will receive no object; for my head belike we must sin, and so consequently die : But ruminates on necromantic skill. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile:
'Tis magic, magic, that hath ravish'd me. Lines, circles, scenes, letters, and characters; Then, gentle friends, aid me in this attempt; Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. And I, that have with concise syllogisms oh, what a world of profit and delight, # Gravell'd: the pastors of the German church, Of power, of honour, of omnipotence,
And made the flowering pride of Wertenberg Is promis'd to the studious artizan!"
Swarm to my problems, as the infernal spirits All things that move between the quiet poles On sweet Musæus when he came to hell, Shall be at my command: emperors and kings Will be as cunning as Agrippawas, Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Whose shadow made all Europe honour him. Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; Vald. Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our But his dominion that exceeds in this,
experience, Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man; Shall make all nations to candnize us. A sound magician is a mighty god :
As Indian Moors obey their Spanish lords,
Be always serviceable to us three;
Like lions shall they guard us when we please ; Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, Like Almain rutters with their horsemen's The German Valdes and Cornelius;
staves, Request them earnestly to visit me.
Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides ; Wag. I will, sir.
[Exit. Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids, Faust. Their conference will be a greater help ||Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows to me
Thau have the white breasts of the queen of love: Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast.
From Venice sball they drag huge argosies,
And from America the golden fleece Enter Good Angel and Evil Angel. That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury: G. Ang. Oh, Faustus, lay that damned book If learned Faustus will be resolute. aside,
Faust. Valdes, as resolute am I in this And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul,
As thou to live: therefore object it not. And heap God's heavy wrath upon thy head!
Corn. The miracles that magic will perform Read, read the Scriptures ;-—that is blasphemy.
Will make thee vow to study nothing else. E. Ang. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous He that is grounded in astrology, art
Enrich'd with tongues, well seen in minerals, Wherein all Nature's treasury is contain'd:
Hath all the principles magic doth require: Be thou on earth as Jove 3 is in the sky,
Then doubt not, Faustus, but to be renown'd,? Lord and commander of these elements.
[Exeunt Angels. Faust. How am I glutted with conceit* of this!
I brarely-finely, gaily; brave is originally the same Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, as Scotch, brau. Resolve mes of all ambiguities,
2 During the blockade of Antwerp by the Prince of Perform what desperate enterprise I will ? Parma in 1585, the inhabitants of Antwerp made 8 I'll have them fly to India for gold,
great shippe,' which they filled with combustibles, Ransack the ocean for oriente pearl,
over which they laid “millstones, gravestones, and others of great weight;' this ship they contrived to bring under the bridge of boats made across the Scheldi
by the enemy, where it blew up, causing great destruc1 artizan-artist, one skilled in arts.
tion and loss of life. 2 try-the later 4tos have tire.'
3 Gracell'd-caused to stick in the sand, puzzled. 3 Jove--Jehovah.
4 cunning-knowing. 4 conceit—thought, idea.
5 Agrippa-Cornelius Agrippa. 6 Resolre me--free me from, solve for me.
6 Almain rutters-German borsemen or troopers. 6 orient—shining, sparkling.
i renoum'd-renowned; Fr. renommé.
And more frequented for this mystery
that damned art for which they two are infamous Than heretofore the Delphian oracle.
through the world. The spirits tell me they can dry the sea,
Sec. Schol. Were he a stranger, and not allied And fetch the treasure of all foreign wrecks, to me, yet should I grieve for him. But, come, Ay, all the wealth that our forefathers hid let us go and inform the Rector, and see if he by Within the massy entrails of the earth:
his grave counsel can reclaim him. Then tell me, Faustus, what shall we three want? First Schol. Oh, but I fear me nothing can Faust. Nothing, Cornelius. Oh, this cheers my reclaim him! soul!
Sec. Schol. Yet let us try what we can do. Come, show me some demonstrations magical,
[Exeunt. That I may conjure in some lusty grove, And have these joys in full possession.
Enter Faustus to conjure. Vald. Then haste thee to some solitary grove, Faust. Now that the gloomy shadow of the And bear wise Bacon's? and Albertus'3 works, earth, The Hebrew Psalter, and New Testament; Longing to view Orion's drizzling look, And whatsoever else is requisite
Leaps from the antarctic world unto the sky, We will inform thee ere our conference cease. And dims the welkin with her pitchy breath, Corn. Valdes, first let him know the words of Faustus, begin thine incantations, art;
And try if devils will obey thy hest,? And then, all other ceremonies learn'd,
Seeing thou hast pray'd and sacrific'd to them. Faustus may try his cunning" by himself. Within this circle is Jehovah's name,
Vald. First, I'll instruct theo in the rudi- Forward and backward anagrammatiz'd, ments,
Th' breviated names of holy saints, And then wilt thou be perfecter than I.
Figures of every adjunct to the heavens, Faust. Then come and dine with me, and, and characters of signs and erring? stars, after meat,
By which the spirits are enforc'd to rise : We'll canvass every quiddity: thereof;
Then fear not, Faustus, but be resolute, For, ere I sleep, I'll try what I can do:
And try the uttermost magic can perform.This night I'll conjure, though I die therefore.
[Here he beseeches the powers above and below to
(E.ceunt. cause Mephistophilis to appear before him.] Enter two Scholars.
Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS. First Schol. I wonder what's become of Faustus, I charge thee to return, and change thy shape ; that was won't to make our schools ring with sic Thou art too ugly to attend on me: probo!
Go, and return an old Franciscan friar; Sec. Schol. That shall we know, for see, here That holy shape becomes a devil best. comes his boy.
[Exit MEPHIST. Enter WAGNER.
I see there's virtue in my heavenly words:
Who would not be proficient in this art?
Full of obedience and humility!
Re-enter MEPHISTOPHiLis like a Franciscan friar. Wag. Yes, I know; but that follows not.
Meph. Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have First Schol. Go to, sirrah! leave your jesting, and tell us where he is.
Faust. I charge thee wait upon me whilst I Wag. That follows not necessary by force of live, argument, that you, being licentiates, should To do whatever Faustus shall command, stand upon't: therefore acknowledge your error, Be it to make the moon drop from her sphere, and be attentive.
Or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Sec. Schol. Why, didst thou not say thou Meph. I am a servant to great Lucifer, kuewest ?
And may not follow thee without his leave: Wag. Have you any witness on't ?
No more than he commands must we perform. First Schol. Yes, sirrah, I heard you.
Faust. Did not he charge thee to appear to me? Wag., Ask my fellow if I be a thief.
Meph. No, I came hither of mine own accord. Sec. Schol. Well, you will not tell us ?
Faust. Did not my conjuring speeches raise Wag. Yes, sir, I will tell you: yet, if you were thee ? speak! not dunces, you would never ask me such a Meph. That was the cause, but yet per acquestion; for is not he corpus naturale?' and is cidens ;3 not that mobile ? 8 then wherefore should you ask | For, when we hear one rack the name of God, me such a question? Thus having triumphed Abjure the Scriptures and his Saviour Christ, over you, I will set my countenance like a preci- We fly, in hope to get his glorious soul; sian, and begin to speak thus:— Truly, my dear Nor will we come, unless he use such means brethren, my master is within at dinner with Whereby he is in danger to be damnd. Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine, if it could Therefore the shortest cut for conjuring speak, would inform your worships; and so, the Is stoutly to abjure the Trinity, Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my And pray devoutly to the prince of hell. dear brethren, my dear brethren! [Exit. Faust. So Faustus hath First Schol. Nay, then, I fear he is fallen into Already done; and holds this principle,
There is no chief but only Belzebub;
To whom Faustus doth dedicate himself. lusty-vigorous, bushy. 2 Bacon--Friar (Roger) Bacon. * Albertus-Albertus Magnus. * cunning-skill, power.
I hest-behest, command. erring-wandering. quidity-originally essence; here subtilty, quirk. per accidens-by accident.' It was not his cons'thus I prove.
jaring specches,' but what accompanied them that was pia natural body.'
This word damnation' terrifies not him,
Clown. Ay, and goings out too; you may see For he confounds hell in Elysium:
else. His ghost be with the old philosophers !
Wag. Alas, poor slave! see how poverty jesteth: But, leaving these vain trifles of men's souls, in his nakedness! The villain is bare and out of Tell me what is that Lucifer thy lord ?
service, and go hungry, that I know he would Jeph. Arch-regent and commander of all give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of spirits.
mutton, though it were blood-raw. Faust. Was not that Lucifer an angel once ? Clown. How! my soul to the devil for a Meph. Yes, Faustus, and most dearly lov'd of shoulder of mutton, though 'twere blood-rav! God.
Not so, good friend: by'r lady, I bad need have Faust. How comes it, then, that he is prince of it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so devils?
dear. Meph. Oh, by aspiring pride and insolence; Wag. Sirrah, leave your jesting, and bind For which God threw him from the face of yourself presently unto ime for seven years, or heaven.
I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars, Faust. And what are you that live with and they shall tear thee in pieces. Lucifer?
Clown. Do you hear, sir? you may save that Meph. Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, labour; they are too familiar with me already: Conspir'd against our God with Luciser,
swowns, they are as bold with my flesh as if they And are for ever damn'd with Lucifer.
had paid for my meat and drink, Faust. Where are you damn'd?
Wag. Well, do you hear, sirrah! hold, take Meph. In hell.
these guilders. Faust. How comes it, then, that thou art out Clown. Gridirons! what be they? of hell?
Wag. Why, French crowns. Meph. Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it: Clown. Mass, but for the name of French Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, crowns, a man were as good have as many And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
English counters. And what should I do with Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, these? In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss ?
Wag. Why, now, sirrah, thou art at an hour's Oh, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, warning, whensoever or wheresoever the devil Which strike a terror to my fainting soul! shall fetch thee. Faust. What! is great Mephistophilis so pas Clown. No, no. Here, take your gridirons sionate
again. For being deprived of the joys of heaven?
Wag. Truly, I'll none of them.
Clown. Truly, but you shall.
Clown. Bear witness I gave them you again. Seeing Faustus hath incurred eternal death
Wag. Well, I will cause two devils presents By desperate thoughts against Jove's' deity, to fetch thee away.-Baliol and Belcher! Say, he surrenders up to him his soul, So he will spare him four and twenty years,
Enter two Devils; and the Clown runs up and Letting him live in all voluptuousness ;
down crying. Having thee ever to attend on me,
Wag. Baliol and Belcher,--spirits away! To give me whatsoever I shall ask,
[Exeunt Devils. To tell me whatsoever I demand,
Clown. What! are they gone? a vengeance on To slay mine enemies, and aid my friends, them! they have vile long nails. There was a And always be obedient to my will.
he-devil and a she-devil : I'll tell you how you Go and return to mighty Lucifer,
shall know them; all he-devils has horns, and And meet me in my study at midnight,
all she-devils has clifts and cloven feet. And then resolve? me of thy master's mind.
Wag. Well, sirrah, follow me. Meph. I will, Faustus.
[Exit. Clown. But, do you hear? if I should serve Faust. Had I as many souls as there be stars, you, would you teach me to raise up Banios and I'd give them all for Mephistophilis.
Belcheos? By him I'll be great emperor of the world, Wag. I will teach thee to turn thyself to anyAnd make a bridge through the moving air, thing; to a dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, To pass the ocean with a band of men;
or anything. I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore,
Clown. How! a Christian fellow to a dog, or a And make that country continent to3 Spain, cat, a mouse, or a rat! No, no, sir; if you turn And both contributory to my crown:
me into anything, let it be in the likeness of a The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, little pretty frisking flea, that I may be here and Nor any potentate of Germany.
there and everywhere. Now that I have obtain'd what I desire,
Wag. Well, sirrah, come.
[Excunt. I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mepbistophilis return again.
Faustus discovered in his study.
Faust. Now, Faustus, must
Thou needs be damn'd, and canst thou not be Wag. Sirrah, boy, come hither.
say'd: Clown. How, boy! swowns, boy! I hope you What boots it, then, to think of God or heaven? have seen many boys with such pickadevaunts Away with such vain fancies, and despair ; as I have: boy, quotha !
Despair in God, and trust in Belzebub: Wag. Tell me, sirrah, hast thou any comings Now go not backward; no, Faustus, be resolute:
Why waver'st thou? Oh, something soundeth
'in mine ears, 1 Jove's-Jehovah's.
'Abjure this magic, turn to God again.' 2 resolve-satisfy, inform. 3 continent to continuous or connected with. * pickadevaunts-pointed beards, formerly fashionable. familiars- i.e. attendant spirits--generally eril.