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And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;ā
Isāt not midnight?ācome, Mephistophilis,
Veni, veni, Mephistophile!
Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS.Now tell me<77> what says Lucifer, thy lord?
MEPHIST. That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives,<78>
So he will buy my service with his soul.
FAUSTUS. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee.
MEPHIST. But, Faustus, thou must bequeath it solemnly,
And write a deed of gift with thine own blood;
For that security craves great Lucifer.
If thou deny it, I will back to hell.
FAUSTUS. Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul
do thy lord?
MEPHIST. Enlarge his kingdom.
FAUSTUS. Is that the reason why<79> he tempts us thus?
MEPHIST. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.<80>
FAUSTUS. Why,<81> have you any pain that torture<82> others!
MEPHIST. As great as have the human souls of men.
But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul?
And I will be thy slave, and wait on thee,
And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask.
FAUSTUS. Ay, Mephistophilis, I give it thee.
MEPHIST. Then, Faustus,<83> 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.
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,
I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood
Assure my soul to be great Luciferās,
Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
View here the blood that trickles from mine arm,
And let it be propitious for my wish.
MEPHIST. But, Faustus, thou must
Write it in manner of a deed of gift.
FAUSTUS. Ay, so I will [Writes]. But, Mephistophilis,
My blood congeals, and I can write no more.
MEPHIST. Iāll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight.
[Exit.]FAUSTUS. What might the staying of my blood portend?
Is it unwilling I should write this bill?<84>
Why streams it not, that I may write afresh?
FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL: ah, there it stayād!
Why shouldst thou not? is not thy soul shine own?
Then write again, FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL.
Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a chafer of coals.MEPHIST. Hereās fire; come, Faustus, set it on.<85>
FAUSTUS. So, now the blood begins to clear again;
Now will I make an end immediately.
[Writes.]MEPHIST. O, what will not I do to obtain his soul?
[Aside.]FAUSTUS. Consummatum est; this bill is ended,
And Faustus hath bequeathād his soul to Lucifer.
But what is this inscription<86> on mine arm?
Homo, fuge: whither should I fly?
If unto God, heāll throw me<87> down to hell.
My senses are deceivād; hereās nothing writ:ā
I see it plain; here in this place is writ,
Homo, fuge: yet shall not Faustus fly.
MEPHIST. Iāll fetch him somewhat to delight his mind.
[Aside, and then exit.] Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with DEVILS, who give crowns and rich apparel to FAUSTUS, dance, and then depart.FAUSTUS. Speak, Mephistophilis, what means this show?
MEPHIST. Nothing, Faustus, but to delight thy mind withal,
And to shew thee what magic can perform.
FAUSTUS. But may I raise up spirits when I please?
MEPHIST. Ay, Faustus, and do greater things than these.
FAUSTUS. Then thereās enough for a thousand souls.
Here, Mephistophilis, receive this scroll,
A deed of gift of body and of soul:
But yet conditionally that thou perform
All articles prescribād between us both.
MEPHIST. Faustus, I swear by hell and Lucifer
To effect all promises between us made!
FAUSTUS. Then hear me read them. [Reads] ON THESE CONDITIONS
FOLLOWING. FIRST, THAT FAUSTUS MAY BE A SPIRIT IN FORM AND
SUBSTANCE. SECONDLY, THAT MEPHISTOPHILIS SHALL BE HIS SERVANT,
AND AT HIS COMMAND. THIRDLY, THAT MEPHISTOPHILIS SHALL DO FOR HIM,
AND BRING HIM WHATSOEVER HE DESIRES.<88> FOURTHLY, THAT HE SHALL
BE IN HIS CHAMBER OR HOUSE INVISIBLE. LASTLY, THAT HE SHALL APPEAR
TO THE SAID JOHN FAUSTUS, AT ALL TIMES, IN WHAT FORM OR SHAPE
SOEVER HE PLEASE. I, JOHN FAUSTUS, OF WERTENBERG, DOCTOR, BY
THESE PRESENTS, DO GIVE BOTH BODY AND SOUL TO LUCIFER PRINCE OF
THE EAST, AND HIS MINISTER MEPHISTOPHILIS; AND FURTHERMORE GRANT
UNTO THEM, THAT,<89> TWENTY-FOUR YEARS BEING EXPIRED, THE ARTICLES
ABOVE-WRITTEN INVIOLATE, FULL POWER TO FETCH OR CARRY THE SAID
JOHN FAUSTUS, BODY AND SOUL, FLESH, BLOOD, OR GOODS, INTO THEIR
HABITATION WHERESOEVER. BY ME, JOHN FAUSTUS.
MEPHIST. Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed?
FAUSTUS. Ay, take it, and the devil give thee good onāt!
MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, ask what thou wilt.
FAUSTUS. First will I question with thee about hell.
Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?
MEPHIST. Under the heavens.
FAUSTUS. Ay, but whereabout?
MEPHIST. Within the bowels of these<90> elements,
Where we are torturād and remain for ever:
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribād
In one self place; for where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there<91> must we ever be:
And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are<92> not heaven.
FAUSTUS. Come, I think hellās a fable.
MEPHIST. Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind.
FAUSTUS. Why, thinkāst thou, then, that Faustus shall be damnād?
MEPHIST. Ay, of necessity, for hereās the scroll
Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer.
FAUSTUS. Ay, and body too: but what of that?
Thinkāst thou that Faustus is so fond<93> to imagine
That, after this life, there is any pain?
Tush, these are trifles and mere old wivesā tales.
MEPHIST. But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the contrary,
For I am damnād, and am now in hell.
FAUSTUS. How! now in hell!
Nay, an this be hell, Iāll willingly be damnād here:
What! walking, disputing, &c.<94>
But, leaving off this, let me have a wife,<95>
The fairest maid in Germany;
For I am wanton and lascivious,
And cannot live without a wife.
MEPHIST. How! a wife!
I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife.
FAUSTUS. Nay, sweet Mephistophilis, fetch me one, for I will have
one.
MEPHIST. Well, thou wilt have one? Sit there till I come: Iāll
fetch thee a wife in the devilās name.
[Exit.] Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a DEVIL drest like a WOMAN, with fire-works.MEPHIST. Tell me,<96> Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife?
FAUSTUS. A plague on her for a hot whore!
MEPHIST. Tut, Faustus,
Marriage is but a ceremonial toy;
If thou lovest me, think no<97> more of it.
Iāll cull thee out the fairest courtezans,
And bring them every morning to thy bed:
She whom thine eye shall like, thy heart shall have,
Be she as chaste as was Penelope,
As wise as Saba,<98> or as beautiful
As was bright Lucifer before his fall.
Hold, take this book, peruse it thoroughly:
[Gives book.]The iterating<99> of these lines brings gold;
The framing of this circle on the ground
Brings whirlwinds, tempests, thunder, and lightning;
Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,
And men in armour shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou desirāst.
FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistophilis: yet fain would I have a book
wherein I might behold all spells and incantations, that I
might raise up spirits when I please.
MEPHIST. Here they are in this book.
[Turns to them.]FAUSTUS. Now would I have a book where I might see all characters
and planets of the heavens, that I might know their motions and
dispositions.
MEPHIST. Here they are too.
[Turns to them.]FAUSTUS. Nay, let me have one book more,āand then I have done,ā
wherein I might see all plants, herbs, and trees, that grow upon
the earth.
MEPHIST. Here they be.
FAUSTUS. O, thou art deceived.
MEPHIST. Tut, I warrant thee.
[Turns to them.]FAUSTUS. When I behold the heavens, then I repent,
And curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis,
Because thou hast deprivād me of those joys.
MEPHIST. Why, Faustus,
Thinkest thou heaven is such a glorious thing?
I tell thee, ātis not half so fair as thou,
Or any man that breathes on earth.
FAUSTUS. How provāst thou that?
MEPHIST. āTwas made for man, therefore is man more excellent.
FAUSTUS. If it were made for man, ātwas made for me:
I will renounce this magic and repent.
Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL.GOOD ANGEL. Faustus, repent; yet God will pity thee.
EVIL ANGEL. Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee.
FAUSTUS. Who buzzeth in mine ears I am a spirit?
Be I a devil, yet God may pity me;
Ay, God will pity me, if I repent.
EVIL ANGEL. Ay, but Faustus never shall repent.
[Exeunt ANGELS.]FAUSTUS. My heartās so hardenād, I cannot repent:
Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven,
But fearful echoes thunder in mine ears,
āFaustus, thou art damnād!ā then swords, and knives,
Poison, guns, halters, and envenomād steel
Are laid before me to despatch myself;
And long ere this I should have slain myself,
Had not sweet pleasure conquerād deep despair.
Have not I made blind Homer sing to me
Of Alexanderās love and Oenonās death?
And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes
With ravishing sound of his melodious harp,
Made music with my Mephistophilis?
Why should I die, then, or basely despair?
I am resolvād; Faustus shall neāer repent.ā
Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again,
And argue of divine astrology.<100>
Tell me, are there many heavens above the moon
Are all celestial bodies but one globe,
As is the substance of this centric earth?
MEPHIST. As are the elements, such are the spheres,
Mutually folded in each otherās orb,
And, Faustus,
All jointly move upon one axletree,
Whose terminine is termād the worldās wide pole;
Nor are the names of Saturn, Mars, or Jupiter
Feignād, but are erring<101> stars.
FAUSTUS. But, tell me, have they all one motion, both situ et
tempore?
MEPHIST. All jointly move from east to west in twenty-four hours
upon the poles of the world; but differ in their motion upon
the poles of the zodiac.
FAUSTUS. Tush,
These slender trifles Wagner can decide:
Hath Mephistophilis no greater skill?
Who knows not the double motion of the planets?
The first is finishād in a natural day;
The second thus; as Saturn in thirty years; Jupiter in twelve;
Mars in four; the Sun, Venus, and Mercury in a year; the Moon in
twenty-eight days. Tush, these are freshmenās<102> suppositions.
But, tell me, hath every sphere a dominion or intelligentia?
MEPHIST. Ay.
FAUSTUS. How many heavens or spheres are there?
MEPHIST. Nine; the seven planets, the firmament, and the empyreal
heaven.
FAUSTUS. Well, resolve<103> me in this question; why have we not
conjunctions, oppositions, aspects, eclipses, all at one time,
but in some years we have more, in some less?
MEPHIST. Per inoequalem motum respectu totius.
FAUSTUS. Well, I am answered. Tell me who made the world?
MEPHIST. I will not.
FAUSTUS. Sweet Mephistophilis, tell me.
MEPHIST. Move me not, for I will not tell thee.
FAUSTUS. Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any thing?
MEPHIST. Ay, that is not against our kingdom; but this is. Think
thou on hell, Faustus, for thou art damned.
FAUSTUS. Think, Faustus, upon God that made the world.
MEPHIST. Remember this.
[Exit.]FAUSTUS. Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell!
āTis thou hast damnād distressed Faustusā soul.
Isāt not too late?
Re-enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL.EVIL ANGEL. Too late.
GOOD ANGEL. Never too late, if
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