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THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS
BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
FROM THE QUARTO OF 1604.
EDITED BY THE REV. ALEXANDER DYCE.
THE TRAGICALL HISTORY OF D. FAUSTUS. AS IT HATH BENE ACTED
BY THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE EARLE OF NOTTINGHAM HIS SERUANTS.
WRITTEN BY CH. MARL.
In reprinting this edition, I have here and there amended the text
by means of the later 4tos,ā1616, 1624, 1631.āOf 4to 1663, which
contains various comparatively modern alterations and additions,
I have made no use.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
THE POPE.
CARDINAL OF LORRAIN.
THE EMPEROR OF GERMANY.
DUKE OF VANHOLT.
FAUSTUS.
VALDES, ] friends to FAUSTUS.
CORNELIUS, ]
WAGNER, servant to FAUSTUS.
Clown.
ROBIN.
RALPH.
Vintner.
Horse-courser.
A Knight.
An Old Man.
Scholars, Friars, and Attendants.
DUCHESS OF VANHOLT
LUCIFER.
BELZEBUB.
MEPHISTOPHILIS.
Good Angel.
Evil Angel.
The Seven Deadly Sins.
Devils.
Spirits in the shapes of ALEXANDER THE GREAT, of his Paramour
and of HELEN.Chorus.
THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS
FROM THE QUARTO OF 1604.
Enter CHORUS.CHORUS. Not marching now in fields of Thrasymene,
Where Mars did mate<1> the Carthaginians;
Nor sporting in the dalliance of love,
In courts of kings where state is overturnād;
Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds,
Intends our Muse to vaunt<2> her<3> heavenly verse:
Only this, gentlemen,āwe must perform
The form of Faustusā fortunes, good or bad:
To patient judgments we appeal our plaud,
And speak for Faustus in his infancy.
Now is he born, his parents base of stock,
In Germany, within a town callād Rhodes:
Of riper years, to Wertenberg he went,
Whereas<4> his kinsmen chiefly brought him up.
So soon he profits in divinity,
The fruitful plot of scholarism gracād,
That shortly he was gracād with doctorās name,
Excelling all whose sweet delight disputes
In heavenly matters of theology;
Till swoln with cunning,<5> of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, heavens conspirād his overthrow;
For, falling to a devilish exercise,
And glutted now<6> with learningās golden gifts,
He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss:
And this the man that in his study sits.
[Exit.] FAUSTUS discovered in his study.<7>FAUSTUS. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin
To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess:
Having commencād, be a divine in shew,
Yet level at the end of every art,
And live and die in Aristotleās works.
Sweet Analytics, ātis thou<8> hast ravishād me!
Bene disserere est finis logices.
Is, to dispute well, logicās chiefest end?
Affords this art no greater miracle?
Then read no more; thou hast attainād that<9> end:
A greater subject fitteth Faustusā wit:
Bid Economy<10> farewell, and<11> Galen come,
Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus:
Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold,
And be eternizād for some wondrous cure:
Summum bonum medicinae sanitas,
The end of physic is our bodyās health.
Why, Faustus, hast thou not attainād that end?
Is not thy common talk found aphorisms?
Are not thy bills hung up as monuments,
Whereby whole cities have escapād the plague,
And thousand desperate maladies been easād?
Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man.
Couldst<12> thou make men<13> to live eternally,
Or, being dead, raise them to life again,
Then this profession were to be esteemād.
Physic, farewell! Where is Justinian?
[Reads.]Si una eademque res legatur<14> duobus, alter rem,
alter valorem rei, &c.
A pretty case of paltry legacies!
[Reads.]Exhoereditare filium non potest pater, nisi, &c.<15>
Such is the subject of the institute,
And universal body of the law:<16>
This<17> study fits a mercenary drudge,
Who aims at nothing but external trash;
Too servile<18> and illiberal for me.
When all is done, divinity is best:
Jeromeās Bible, Faustus; view it well.
[Reads.]Stipendium peccati mors est.
Ha! Stipendium, &c.The reward of sin is death: thatās hard.
[Reads.]Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas;
If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and
thereās no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so
consequently die:
Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,<19>
What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu!
These metaphysics of magicians,
And necromantic books are heavenly;
Lines, circles, scenes,<20> letters, and characters;
Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires.
O, what a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honour, of omnipotence,
Is promisād to the studious artizan!
All things that move between the quiet poles
Shall be at my command: emperors and kings
Are but obeyed in their several provinces,
Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds;
But his dominion that exceeds in this,
Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man;
A sound magician is a mighty god:
Here, Faustus, tire<21> thy brains to gain a deity.
Enter WAGNER.<22>Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends,
The German Valdes and Cornelius;
Request them earnestly to visit me.
WAGNER. I will, sir.
[Exit.]FAUSTUS. Their conference will be a greater help to me
Than all my labours, plod I neāer so fast.
Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL.GOOD ANGEL. O, Faustus, lay that damned book aside,
And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul,
And heap Godās heavy wrath upon thy head!
Read, read the Scriptures:āthat is blasphemy.
EVIL ANGEL. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art
Wherein all Natureās treasure<23> is containād:
Be thou on earth as Jove<24> is in the sky,
Lord and commander of these elements.<25>
[Exeunt Angels.]FAUSTUS. How am I glutted with conceit of this!
Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please,
Resolve<26> me of all ambiguities,
Perform what desperate enterprise I will?
Iāll have them fly to India for gold,
Ransack the ocean for orient pearl,
And search all corners of the new-found world
For pleasant fruits and princely delicates;
Iāll have them read me strange philosophy,
And tell the secrets of all foreign kings;
Iāll have them wall all Germany with brass,
And make swift Rhine circle fair Wertenberg;
Iāll have them fill the public schools with silk,<27>
Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad;
Iāll levy soldiers with the coin they bring,
And chase the Prince of Parma from our land,
And reign sole king of all the<28> provinces;
Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war,
Than was the fiery keel at Antwerpās bridge,<29>
Iāll make my servile spirits to invent.
Enter VALDES and CORNELIUS.Come, German Valdes, and Cornelius,
And make me blest with your sage conference.
Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius,
Know that your words have won me at the last
To practice magic and concealed arts:
Yet not your words only,<30> but mine own fantasy,
That will receive no object; for my head
But ruminates on necromantic skill.
Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Both law and physic are for petty wits;
Divinity is basest of the three,
Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile:<31>
āTis magic, magic, that hath ravishād me.
Then, gentle friends, aid me in this attempt;
And I, that have with concise syllogisms<32>
Gravellād the pastors of the German church,
And made the flowering pride of Wertenberg
Swarm to my problems, as the infernal spirits
On sweet Musaeus when he came to hell,
Will be as cunning<33> as Agrippa<34> was,
Whose shadow<35> made all Europe honour him.
VALDES. Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our experience,
Shall make all nations to canonize us.
As Indian Moors obey their Spanish lords,
So shall the spirits<36> of every element
Be always serviceable to us three;
Like lions shall they guard us when we please;
Like Almain rutters<37> with their horsemenās staves,
Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides;
Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids,
Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the<38> white breasts of the queen of love:
From<39> Venice shall they drag huge argosies,
And from America the golden fleece
That yearly stuffs old Philipās treasury;
If learned Faustus will be resolute.
FAUSTUS. Valdes, as resolute am I in this
As thou to live: therefore object it not.
CORNELIUS. The miracles that magic will perform
Will make thee vow to study nothing else.
He that is grounded in astrology,
Enrichād with tongues, well seen in<40> minerals,
Hath all the principles magic doth require:
Then doubt not, Faustus, but to be renowmād,<41>
And more frequented for this mystery
Than heretofore the Delphian oracle.
The spirits tell me they can dry the sea,
And fetch the treasure of all foreign wrecks,
Ay, all the wealth that our forefathers hid
Within the massy entrails of the earth:
Then tell me, Faustus, what shall we three want?
FAUSTUS. Nothing, Cornelius. O, this cheers my soul!
Come, shew me some demonstrations magical,
That I may conjure in some lusty grove,
And have these joys in full possession.
VALDES. Then haste thee to some solitary grove,
And bear wise Baconās and Albertusā<42> works,
The Hebrew Psalter, and New Testament;
And whatsoever else is requisite
We will inform thee ere our conference cease.
CORNELIUS. Valdes, first let him know the words of art;
And then, all other ceremonies learnād,
Faustus may try his cunning<43> by himself.
VALDES. First Iāll instruct thee in the rudiments,
And then wilt thou be perfecter than I.
FAUSTUS. Then come and dine with me, and, after meat,
Weāll canvass every quiddity thereof;
For, ere I sleep, Iāll try what I can do:
This night Iāll conjure, though I die therefore.
[Exeunt.] Enter two SCHOLARS.<44>FIRST SCHOLAR. I wonder whatās become of Faustus, that was wont
to make our schools ring with sic probo.
SECOND SCHOLAR. That shall we know, for see, here comes his boy.
Enter WAGNER.FIRST SCHOLAR. How now, sirrah! whereās thy master?
WAGNER. God in heaven knows.
SECOND SCHOLAR. Why, dost not thou know?
WAGNER. Yes, I know; but that follows not.
FIRST SCHOLAR. Go to, sirrah! leave your jesting, and tell us
where he is.
WAGNER. That follows not necessary by force of argument, that you,
being licentiates, should stand upon:<45> therefore acknowledge
your error, and be attentive.
SECOND SCHOLAR. Why, didst thou not say thou knewest?
WAGNER. Have you any witness onāt?
FIRST SCHOLAR. Yes, sirrah, I heard you.
WAGNER. Ask my fellow if I be a thief.
SECOND SCHOLAR. Well, you will not tell us?
WAGNER. Yes, sir, I will tell you: yet, if you were not dunces,
you would never ask me such a question; for is not he corpus
naturale? and is not that mobile? then wherefore should you
ask me such a question? But that I am by nature phlegmatic,
slow to wrath, and prone to lechery (to love, I would say),
it were not for you to come within forty foot of the place
of execution, although I do not doubt to see you both hanged
the
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