Faust. Ah, gentlemen. [The text then proceeds as in ed. 1604; but after l. 63, when the scholars retire, the following additions are found : Meph. I, Faustus, now thou hast no hope of heaven; Therefore despair; think only upon hell, For that must be thy mansion, there to dwell. Faust. O thou bewitching fiend! 'twas thy temptation. Hath robb'd me of eternal happiness! Meph. I do confess it, Faustus, and rejoice: 'Twas I that, when thou wert i' the way to heaven, What, weep'st thou? 'tis too late; despair! Farewell! But thou didst love the world. Evil Ang. Gave ear to me, And now must taste hell-pains perpetually. Good Ang. O, what will all thy riches, pleasures, pomps, Avail thee now? Evil. Ang. Nothing, but vex thee more, To want in hell, that had on earth such store. Good Ang. O, thou hast lost celestial happiness, Pleasures unspeakable, bliss without end. Hadst thou affected sweet divinity, Hell or the devil had had no power on thee: Hadst thou kept on that way, Faustus, behold, [Music, while a throne descends. In what resplendent glory thou hadst sit In yonder throne, like those bright-shining saints, [Exit. The throne ascends. Evil Ang. Now, Faustus, let thine eyes with horror [Hell is discovered. stare Into that vast perpetual torture-house : Faust. O, I have seen enough to torture me! Evil Ang. Nay, thou must feel them, taste the smart of all: He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall. And so, I leave thee, Faustus, till anon, Then wilt thou tumble in confusion. [Exit. Hell disappears. [SCENE XVIa.] At the close of SCENE XVI. in ed. 1616 follows a scene which I suppose to have been written by Marlowe : Enter Scholars. First Schol. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus, For such a dreadful night was never seen; Since first the world's creation did begin, Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard: Pray Heaven the doctor have escap'd the danger. Sec. Schol. O help us, Heaven! see, here are Faustus' limbs, All torn asunder by the hand of death! Third Schol. The devils whom Faustus serv'd have torn him thus ; For, 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, methought, I heard him shriek and call aloud for help; At which self time the house seem'd all on fire With dreadful horror of these damnèd fiends. Sec. Schol. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such As every Christian heart laments to think on, Yet, for he was a scholar once admir'd For wondrous knowledge in our German schools, And all the students, cloth'd in mourning black, [Exeunt. BALLAD OF FAUSTUS. "A ballad of the life and death of Doctor Faustus the great congerer," perhaps founded on Marlowe's play, was licensed to be printed 28th February 1588. It was perhaps the ballad printed below from the Roxburghe Collection. The judgment of God shewed upon one John Faustus, Doctor in Divinity. Tune of Fortune my Foe. All Christian men, give ear a while to me, At Wittenburge, a town in Germany, Then did I shun the holy Bible-book, Which was the cause of my utter damnation. The devil in fryars weeds appear'd to me, Twice did I make my tender flesh to bleed, For four and twenty years this bond was made, How dear my soul our Saviour Christ had bought. Or would, when reason first began to bloom, Woe to the time that once did foster me! The time I passed away, with much delight, I wrought such wonders by my magick skill, The devil he carried me up into the sky, Where I did see how all the world did lie; 1"Another copy of this ballad in the British Museum,-Ballads, &c., 643, m. 10,-has, pleasure.'"-Dyce. |