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she lived, had 2 wart or mole in her neck: how Horse-c. Why, sir, will he not drink of all shall I know whether it be so or no?

waters? Faust. Your highness may boldly go and see. Faust. Oh, yes, he will drink of all waters;

Emp. Sure, these are no spirits, but the true but ride him not into the water: ride him over substantial bodies of those two deceased princes. hedge or ditch, or where thou wilt, but not into

[Exeunt Spirits. the water. Faust. Will't please your highness now to send llorse-c. Well, sir.-Now am I made man for for the knight that was so pleasant with me here

[Exit. of late ?

Faust. What art thou, Faustus, but a man conEmp. One of you call him forth.

demnd to die?
[Exit Attendant. Thy fatal time doth draw to final end;

Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts: Re-enter the Knight with a pair of horns on Confound these passions with a quiet sleep: his head.

Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the cross; How now, sir knightxvhy, I had thought thou Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit.! hadst been a bachelor; but now I see thou hast a

[Sleeps in his chair. wife, that not only gives thee horns, but makes thee wear them, Feel on thy head.

Re-enter Horse-courser, all wet, crying. Knight. Thou damned wretch and execrable Horse-c. Alas! alas! Doctor Fustian, quoth a! dog,

-mass, Doctor Lopus ? was never such a doctorBred in the concave of some monstrous rock, has given me a purgation, has purged me of How dar'st thou thus abuse a gentleman?

forty dollars; I shall never see them more. But Villain, I say, undo what thou hast done! yet, like an ass as I was, I would not be ruled by

Faust. Oh, not so fast, sir! there's no haste: him, for he bade me I should ride him into no but, good, are you remembered how you crossed water: now I, thinking my horse had had some me in my conference with the Emperor? I think rare quality that he would not have had me I have met with you for it.

known of, * I, like a venturous youth, rid him Emp. Good Master Doctor, at my entreaty re into the deep pond at the town's end. I was no lease him: he hath done penance sufficient. sooner in the middle of the pond, but my horse

Faust. My gracious lord, not so much for the vanished away, and I sat upon a bottle of hay, injury he offered me here in your presence, as never so near drowning in my life. But I'll seek to delight you with some mirth, hath Faustus | out my doctor, and have my forty dollars again, worthily requited this injurious knight; which or I'll make it the dearest horse! -Oh, yonder is being all I desire, I am content to release him of his snipper-snapper. -Do you hear you heyhis horns :-and, sir knight, hereafter speak pass;s where's your master? well of scholars.--Mephistophilis, transform him Meph. Why, sir, what would you ? you cannot straight. [Mephistophilis removes the horns.]-speak with him. Now, my good lord, having done my duty, I Horse-c. But I will speak with him. humbly tako my leave.

Meph. Why, he's fast asleep: come some other Emp. Farewell, Master Doctor: yet, ere you go, time. Expect from me a bounteous reward.

e Horse-c. I'll speak with him now, or I'll break [Eceunt EMPEROR, Knight and Attendants. his glass-windows about his ears. Faust. Now, Mephistophilis, the restless course Meph. I tell thee, he has not slept this eight That time doth run with calm and silent foot, nights. Shortening my days and thread of vital life, Horse-c. An he have not slept this eight weeks, Calls for the payment of my latest years :

I'll speak with him. Therefore, sweet Mephistophilis, let us

Meph. See, where he is, fast asleep. Make haste to Wertenberg,

Horse-C. Ay, this is he.-God save you, Master Meph. What, will you go on horseback or on Doctor, Master Doctor, Master Doctor Fastian ! foot ?

forty dollars, forty dollars for a bottle of hay! Faust. Nay, till I'm past this fair and pleasant Neph. Why, thou seest he hears thee not. green,

Horse-c. So-ho, ho! so-ho, bo! (Holloas in I'll walk on foot.

his ear.] No; will you not wake?" I'll make 6 Enter a Horse-courser.1

you wake ere I go. [Pulls Faustus by the leg,

and pulls it away.] Alas, I am undone! what Horse-c. I have been all this day seeking one shall I do? Master Fustian: mass, see where he is !-God Faust. Oh, my leg, my leg!-Help, Mephistosave you, Master Doctor!

philis! call the officers.--My leg, my leg! Faust. What, horse-courser! you are well met. Meph. Come, villain, to the constable.

Horse-c. Do you hear, sir? I have brought Horse-c. Oh Lord, sir, let me go, and I'll givə you forty dollars for your horse.

you forty dollars more! Faust. I cannot sell him so: if thou likest him Meph. Where be they? for fifty, take him.

Horse-c. I have none about me: come to my Horse-c. Alas, sir, I have no more !—I pray ostry, and I'll give them you. you speak for me.

Aleph. Be gone quickly. Meph. I pray you, let him have him: he is an

[Horse-courser runs away. honest fellow, and he has a great charge, neither wife nor child. Faust. Well, come, give me your money

I conceit--thought. [HORSE-COURSer gives Faustus the money]: my

2 Doctor Lopus—i.e. Doctor Lopez, domestic physician

to Queen Elizabeth, who was put to death for having reboy will deliver him to you. But I must teil

ceived a bribe from the court of Spain to destroy her.you one thing before you have him; ride him Dyce, not into the water, at any hand.

s known of-acquainted with.

snipper-snapper-one who snip-snaps, or speaks snappishly.

3 hey-pass-juggler; this being a favourite conjuring · Ilorse-courser--probably horse-scourser, i.e. horse- phrase. dealer. From old Eng. scorse, to exchange.

6 ostry-hostelry, inn, lodging.

4

to you.

Faust. What! is he gone? Farewell he! Faustus has his leg again, and the Horse-courser, I

Enter FAUSTUS with two or three Scholars, and

MEPHISTOPHILIS. take it, a bottle of hay for his labour. Well, this trick shall cost him forty dollars more.

First Schol. Master Doctor Faustus, since our D

conference about fair ladies, which was the beauEnter WAGNER.

tifulest in all the world, we have determined How now, Wagner! what's the news with thee? with ourselves that Helen of Greece was the

Wag. Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly admirablest lady that ever lived; therefore, entreat your company.

Master Doctor, if you will do us that favour, as Faust. The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom gentleman, to whom I must be no niggard of my

all the world admires for majesty, we should cunning.'—Come, Mephistophilis, let's away to

think ourselves much beholdeu unto you. him.

[Exeunt.

Faust. Gentlemen,

For that I know your friendship is unfeign'd, Enter the DUKE OF VANHOLT, the DUCHESS, And Faustus' custom is not to deny and FAUSTUS.

The just requests of those that wish him well, Duke. Believe me, Master Doctor, this merri- You shall behold that peerless dame of Greece, ment hath much pleased me.

No otherways for pomp and majesty Faust. My gracious lord, I am glad it contents Than when Sir Paris cross'd the seas with her, you so well.—But it may be, madam, you take no

And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. delight in this. I have heard that great-bellied

Be silent, then, for danger is in words. women do long for some dainties or other: wbat

[Music sounds, and HELEN passeth over the stage. is it, madam? tell me, and you shall have it, Sec. Schol. Too simple is my wit to tell her Duchess. Thanks, good Master Doctor/and,

praise, for I see your courteous intent to pleasure me,

Whom all the world admires for majesty. I will not hide from you the thing my heart

Third Schol. No marvel though the angry desires; and, were it now summer, as it is

Greeks pursu'd January and the dead time of tho winter, I

With ten years' war the rape of such a queen, would desire no better meat than a dish of ripe | Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare. grapes.

First Schol. Since we have seen the pride of Faust. Alas, madam, that's nothing!-Mephis

Nature's works, tophilis, be gone. [Exit MEPHISTOPHilis.] Were And only paragon of excellence, it a greater thing than this, so it would content Let us depart; and for this glorious deed you, you should have it.

Happy and blest be l'austus evermore.

Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: the same I wish Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIs with grapes.

[Exeunt Scholars. Here they be, madam: will’t please you taste on

Enter an Old Man. them?

Duke. Believo me, Master Doctor, this makes Old Man. Ah, Doctor Faustus, that I might me wonder above the rest, that being in the dead prevail timo of winter and in the month of January, how To guide thy steps unto the way of life, you should come by these grapes.

By which sweet path thou may'st attain the goal Faust. If it like your grace, the year is divided That shall conduct thee to celestial rest! into two circles over the whole world, that, when Break heart, drop blood, and minglo it with it is here winter with us, in the contrary circle tears, it is summer with them, as in India, Saba,” and Tears falling from repentant heaviness farther countries in the east; and by means of a Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness, swilt spirit that I have, I had them brought The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul hither, as you see.- How do you like them, With such flagitious crimes of heinous sin madam? be they good?

As no commiseration may expel, Duchess. Believe me, Master Doctor, they be But inercy, Faustus, of thy Saviour sweet, the best grapes that e'er I tasted in my life

Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt. before.

Faust. Where art thou, Faustus? wretch, what Fuust. I am glad they content you so, madam.

hast thou done? Duke. Come, madam, let us in, whero you

Damn'd art thou, Faustus, damn'd; despair and must well reward this learned man for the great

die ! kindness he hath showed to you.

Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voico Duchess. And so I will, my lord; and, whilst Says, “Faustus, come; thine hour is almost I live, rest beholding for this courtesy.

come;' Faust. I humbly thank your grace.

And Faustus now will come to do thee right. Duke. Come, Master Doctor, follow us, and

[MEPHISTOPHilis gives him a dagger. receive your reward.

[Exeunt.

Old Man. Ah, stay, good Faustus, stay thy

desperate steps ! Enter WAGNER.

I see an angel hovers o'er thy head, Wag. I think my master means to die shortly, And, with a vial full of precious grace, For he hath given to me all his goods:

Offers to pour the same unto thy soul: And yet, methinks, if that death were near,

Then call for mercy, and avoid despair. He would not banquet, and carouse, and swill

Faust. Ah, my sweet friend, I feel Amongst the students, as even now he doth, Thy words to comfort my distressed soul! Who are at supper with such belly-cheer

Leave me a while to ponder on my sins. As Wagner ne'er beheld in all his life.

Old Jan. I go, sweet Faustus; but with heavy See, where they come! beliko the feast is ended. cheer,

[Exit. Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul. [Exit.

Faust. Accursèd Faustus, where is mercy now?

2 Saba-Sabxa.

cunning-skill.
å beholding-beholden.

I cheer--look, countenance; old Fr.chiere, countenance

I do repent; and yet I do despair:
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my

Enter FAUSTUS, with Scholars.
breast:

Faust. Ah, gentlemen!
What shall I do to shun the snares of death? First Schol. What ails Faustus?

Meph. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul Faust. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I For disobedience to my sovereign lord :

lived with thee, then had I lived still; but now Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh.

I die eternally! Look, comes he not? comes Faust. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord he not? To pardon my unjust presumption,

Sec. Schol. What means Faustus? And with my blood again I will confirm

Third Schol. Belike he is grown into some My former vow I made to Lucifer.

sickness by being over-solitary. Meph. Do it then, quickly, with unfeignèd First Schol. If it be so, we'll have physicians to heart,

cure him.—'Tis but a surfeit; never fear, man. Lest greater danger do attend thy drift.

Faust. A surfeit of deadly sin, that bath Faust. Torment, sweet friend, that base and damned both body and soul. crooked age,

Sec. Schol. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven; That durst dissuade me from my Lucifer,

remember God's mercies are infinite. With greatest torments that our hell affords. Faust. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be parMeph. His faith is great; I cannot touch his doned: the serpent that tempted Eve may be soul;

saved, but not Faustus. Ah, gentlemen, hear me But what I may afflict his body with

with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! I will attempt, which is but little worth.

Though my heart pants and quivers to remember Faust. One thing, good servant, let me crave that I have been a student here these thirty of thee,

years, oh, would I had never seen Wertenberg, To glut the longing of my heart's desire, never read book! and what wonders I have done, That I might have unto my paramour !

all Germany can witness, yea, all the world; for That heavenly Helen which I saw of late which Faustus hath lost both Germany and the Whose sweet embracings may extinguis clean world, yea, heaven itself,-heaven, the seat of Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of vow,

joy, -and must remain in hell for ever, hell, ah, And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer,

hell, for ever! Sweet friends, what shall become Meph. Faustus this, or what else thou shalt of Faustus, being in hell for ever? desire,

Third Schol. Yet, Faustus, call on God. Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye.

Faust. On God, whom Faustus hath abjured!

On God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed! Ah, Re-enter HELEX.

my God, I would weep! but the devil draws in Faust. Was this

the face that launch'd a thou- my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears! sand ships,

yea, life and soul! Oh, he stays my tongue! I And burnt the topless 2 towers of Iljum

would lift up my hands; but see, they hold Sweet Helen, maka me imhortel with 'kiss. them, they hold them!

Kisses her:

All. Who, Faustus? Her lips suck forth my soul see, where it flies! Faust. Lucifer and Mephistophilis. Ah, Come, Hdlen, come, give me my soul again. gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunHere will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, ning! And all is dross that is not Helena.

All. God forbid ! I will be Paris, and for love of thee,

Faust. God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; hath done it: for vain pleasure of twenty-four And I will combat with weak Menelaus,

years hath Faustus lost eternal joy and felicity. And wear thy colours on my plumèd crest; I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,

date is expired; the time will come, and he will And then return to Helen for a kiss.

fetch me. Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air

First Schol. Why did not Faustus tell us of Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;

this before, that divines might have prayed for Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter

thee? When he appear'd to hapless Semele;

Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so; More lovely than the monarch of the sky but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces if In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;

I named God, to fetch both body and soul if I And none but thou shalt be my paramour! once gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis too late.

(Exeunt. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me. Enter the Old Man.

Sec. Schol. Oh, what shall we do to save Old Man. Accursèd Faustus, miserable man,

Faustus? That from thy soul exclud'st the grace of heaven,

Faust. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, And fly'st the throne of his tribunal-seat!

and depart.

Third Schol. God will strengthen me; I will Enter Devils.

stay with Faustus. Satan begins to sift 3 me with his pride:

First Schol. Tempt not God, sweet friend; As in this furnace God shall try my faith, but let us into the next room, and there pray My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee. for him. Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smile Faust. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what At your repulse, and laugh your state to scorn! noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God. nothing can rescue me.

[Exeunt,-on one side Devils, on the other Sec. Schol. Pray thou, and we will pray that Old Man.

God may have mercy upon thee.

Faust. Gentlemen, farewell : if I live till 1 age-old man. 2 topless-superior in height to any. 3 sift-try or tempt.

1 cunning-knowledge, skill.

This

I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone But mine must live still to ba plagu'd in hell.

Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me!
Justus, farewell.

No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer teunt Scholars.The clock strikes eleven. That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven. Ab, Faustus,

[The clock strikes twelve. st thou but one bare hour to live, Oh, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, en thou must be damn'd perpetually! Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell! still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,

Thunder and lightning. time may cease, and midnight never come; Oh soul, be chang'd into little water-drops, Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! petual day; or let this hour bé but ear, a month, a week, a natural day,

Enter Devils. at Faustus may repent and save his soul ! My God, my God, look not so fierce on me! lente, lente currite, noctis equi!!

Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! strike,

I'll burn my books!—Ah, Mephistophilis! The devil will come, and Faustus must be

[Excunt Dcvils with Faustus. damna! Oh, I'll leap up to my God!--Who pulls me

Enter Scholars. down?

First Schol. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the

Faustus, firmament!

For such a dreadful night was never seen; One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, Since first the world's creation did begin, my Christ!

Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard : Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ! Pray heaven the doctor have escap'd the danger. Yet will I call on Him: Oh, spare me, Lucifer!-- Sec. Schol. Oh help us, heaven! see, here are Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where God Faustus' limbs, Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows! All torn asunder by the hand of death! Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on mo, Third Schol. The devils whom Faustus sery'd And hide me from the heavy wrath of God !

have torn him thus; No, no!

For, 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, meThen will I headlong run into the earth:

thought Earth, gape: Oh, no, it will not harbour me! I heard him shriek and call aloud for help; You stars that reign'd at my nativity,

At which self time the house seem'd all on fire Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, With dreadful horror of these damnèd fiends. Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist,

Sec. Schol. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud,

end be such That, when you vomit forth into the air, As every Christian heart laments to think on, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, Yet, for he was a scholar once admir'd So that my soul may but ascend to heaven! For wondrous knowledge in our German schools,

The clock strikes the half-hour. We'll give his mangled limbs due burial;
Ah, balf the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon. And all the students clothed in mourning black,
O God,

Shall wait upon his heavy funeral.
If Thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd

Enter Chorus.
me,

Chor. Cut is the branch that might have grown Impose some end to my incessant pain ;

full straight, Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years, And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough, A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd!

That sometime grew within this learned man. Oh, no end is limited to damned souls!

Faustus is gone: regard his hellish fall, Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise, Or why is this immortal that thou hast ?

Only to wonder at unlawful things, Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, whose deepness doth entice such forward wits This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd To practise more than heavenly power permits. Unto some brutish beast! all beasts are happy,

[Exit. For, when they die,

Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.? Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;

1 This scene is not in the early edition. 10 gently, gently run, steeds of night!'

2 . The hour ends the day; the author ends his work.

BEN JONSON.

(BENJAMIN, or as he himself and his friends were frequently in the habit of abbreviating his name, Ben Jonson, was born in Westminster in the early part of the year 1574. His grandfather belonged to Annandale in Scotland, and subsequently settled in Carlisle. His father was a clergyman, and died before Ben was born ; his mother, shortly after her son's birth, marrying a bricklayer. Ben was sent by his stepfather to a private school near St. Martin'sin-the-Fields, and subsequently to Westminster School, where he had the celebrated Camden for his teacher, whom he ever afterwards revered, and whom he thus addresses in one of his epigrams :

*Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe

All that I am in arts, and all I know.' Malone says that Ben went straight from school to Cambridge University ; but this statement appears to have little authority. If he was at college at all, it was only for a few weeks. He was forced, probably from the poverty of his parents, to enter upon his father's occupation, to which, however, he had such an antipathy that he ran off and enlisted as a soldier, and was sent to serve in Flanders. Here he behaved himself with great bravery ; but probably did not stay longer than one campaign, either disliking the service or despairing of promotion. Shortly after his return home, prompted both by inclination and necessity, he adopted the profession of an actor, making his debut at a low theatre in Clerkenwell. In this profession he appears to have completely failed. A quarrel with another actor led to a duel, in which Ben killed his antagonist, he himself being severely wounded ; he was committed to prison on a charge of murder, but was shortly released without trial. While in prison he was visited by a Roman Catholic priest, who induced him to renounce the Protestant faith and become a Roman Catholic. He, however, returned to the bosom of the English Church in 1606. Shortly after his release from prison, probably not later than 1594, he married a woman who appears to have made Ben a good, patient, and faithful wife. Having renounced the stage as an actor, he now began to support himself as a writer of plays, his earliest known piece, Every Man in his Humour, appearing in 1596. The scene was laid in Italy, but in 1598 it was reproduced at the Globe Theatre with the scene changed to England ; Shakespeare, whose friendship with Jonson commenced about this time, is said to have supported one of the characters in this play. In 1599 appeared his Every Man out of his Humour, the representation of which was honoured by the presence of Queen Elizabeth, who patronized the new poet, and ever afterwards he was ' a man of mark and likelihood.' Afterwards appeared Cynthia's Revels, and, in 1600, The Poetaster, in which he satirized two of his brother dramatists, Marston and Dekker. The latter replied with some spirit in his Satiromastix. “Since the comic muse had proved so ominous' to him, he resolved to try tragedy, and in 1603 appeared his Sejanus. Shortly after the accession of King James to the English throne appeared a comedy, Eastward Hoe, written conjunctly by Jonson, Chapman, and Marston, in which there were some passages reflecting on the Scottish nation. Chapman and Marston were sent to prison, and Jonson voluntarily accompanied them ; but they were soon released without being tried, although there had been some talk of their getting their ears and noses slit. On Jonson's release, his mother, it is said, produced a paper of poison, which, she declared, had the mutilation and disgrace taken place, she intended to have given to her son in his drink ; and, 'to show that she was no churl,' says her son, “she designed to have drunk first herself.' Jonson's three great, undoubtedly his best comedies,

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