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I'll willingly be damned here.

What, walking, disputing, etc.,

but leaving off this...

let me have a wife,

the fairest maid in Germany...

for I am wanton and lascivious

and can't live without a wife.

How, a wife!

I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife.

Mephistophilis, fetch me one,

for I will have one.

Well, thou wilt have one.

Come then, I'll fetch thee a wife...

in the Devil's name.

Tell me, Faustus,

how dost thou like thy wife?

A plague on her for a hot whore.

Faustus, marriage is but a ceremonial toy.

If thou lov'st me, think no more of it.

I'll cull thee out the fairest courtesans,

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.

Or as beautiful as was bright Lucifer

before his fall.

When I behold creation in a flower...

then I repent,

and curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis...

because thou hast deprived me

of the joys of Heaven.

Why, Faustus, thinkest thou

Heaven is such a glorious thing?

I tell thee 'tis not half so fair as thou...

nor any man that breathes on earth.

How prov'st thou that?

'Twas made for man...

therefore is man more excellent.

If 'twas made for man, 'twas made for me.

I will renounce this magic and repent.

Faustus, repent...

yet God will pity thee.

Thou art damned!

Thou art a spirit.

God cannot pity thee.

Who buzzeth in mine ears I am a spirit?

Be I a devil, yet God may pity me.

God will pity me if I repent.

But Faustus never shall repent.

Faustus, thou art damned!

My heart's so hardened, I cannot repent.

Scarce can I name salvation,

faith or Heaven...

but fearful echoes thunder in mine ears:

"Faustus, thou art damned!"

And long ere this

I should have slain myself...

had not sweet pleasure

conquered deep despair.

Why should I die, then, or basely despair?

I am resolved.

Faustus shall ne'er repent.

Come, Mephistophilis.

Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again.

Tell me, who made the world?

I will not.

Sweet Mephistophilis, tell me.

Move me not, for I will not tell thee.

Villain, have I not bound thee

to tell me anything?

That is not against our kingdom,

but this is.

Think thou on Hell, Faustus,

for thou art damned.

Think, Faustus, upon God,

that made the world.

Remember this.

Go, accursed spirit, to ugly Hell!

Flee!

'Tis thou hast damned

distressed Faustus' soul.

Is it not too late?

Too late.

Never too late, if Faustus can repent.

If thou repent,

devils shall tear thee in pieces.

Repent, and they shall never raze thy skin.

Faustus, thou art damned, there is no hope.

Faustus, turn to God, there lies hope.

Christ, my Savior,

seek to save distressed Faustus' soul.

Come hither, Faustus.

Christ cannot save thy soul,

for he is just.

There's none but I have interest

in the same.

Who art thou that look'st so terrible?

I am Lucifer...

and this is my companion-prince in Hell.

Faustus, they are come to fetch thy soul.

We come to tell thee thou dost injure us.

Thou talk'st of Christ

contrary to thy promise.

Thou shouldst not think of God.

Think of the Devil.

Nor will I henceforth. Pardon me in this.

Faustus vows never to look to Heaven,

never to call on God or pray to him.

To burn his scriptures,

slay his ministers...

and make my spirits

pull his churches down.

Do so, and we will highly gratify thee.

Faustus, we are come from Hell

to show thee some pastime.

Thou shalt see

all the Seven Deadly Sins appear...

in their proper shapes.

That sight will be as pleasing to me

as Paradise was to Adam...

the first day of his creation.

Talk not of Paradise nor creation,

but mark this show.

Talk of the Devil, and nothing else.

Remember, Faustus...

sweet pleasure conquers deep despair.

In Hell is all manner of delight.

- Who art thou?

- I am Lechery.

Here is a mask, to show you all the Sins.

Now you may see our garden,

full of delights and curious invention.

What wonders are here.

What art thou, in thy cage of gold?

I am Avarice.

Oh, my fine gold.

What keeps you so barred up?

Infinite riches in a little room.

Bars do not keep me in.

They keep thee out.

I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits...

musicians that with touching of a string...

may draw the pliant soul

which way I please.

Like sylvan nymphs,

my pages shall be clad...

my men like satyrs grazing on the lawns...

or, sometimes, like a lovely boy

in Diane's shape...

with crownets of pearl

about his naked arms.

One like Actaeon

peeping through the grove...

shall, by the angry goddess,

be transformed...

and running in the likeness of a hart

shall be pulled down...

and seen to die.

Such things as these

best please Your Majesty.

Why, to this all pleasures fancies be...

for all my life I'll live with Lechery.

What art thou?

I am Pride...

and these, my sons...

are Wrath and Envy.

Together we will triumph

over all the world.

Your Majesty shall shortly have your wish...

and ride in triumph through Persepolis.

"And ride in triumph through Persepolis?"

Is it not brave to be a king, my Faustus?

Is it not passing brave to be a king

and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

To be a king is half to be a god.

A god is not so glorious as a king.

I think the pleasures they enjoy

in Heaven...

cannot compare with kingly joys in earth.

Why speak you, Faustus...

wilt thou be a king?

Is it not passing brave to be a king

and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Then, Faustus, march.

For you shall fight with us.

So burn the turrets of this cursed town.

Flame to the highest region of the air.

Over my zenith hand a blazing star

that may endure till Heaven be dissolved.

Give me a map then, let me see...

how much is left to conquer all the world.

Let Doctor Faustus appear.

Master Doctor Faustus...

I have heard strange report

of his knowledge in the black art.

This therefore is my request...

that he should let me see

some proof of his skill...

that mine eyes may be witnesses to confirm

what mine ears have heard reported.

In faith, he looks much like a conjuror.

My gracious sovereign...

though I must confess myself far inferior

to the report that men have made...

I am content to do whatsoever

Your Majesty shall command.

Then, Doctor Faustus,

mark what I shall say.

As I was sometime solitary set

within my closet...

sundry thoughts arose

about the honor of mine ancestors...

amongst which kings

is Alexander the Great.

If therefore thou,

by cunning of thine art...

canst raise this man

from hollow vaults below...

and bring with him

his beauteous paramour...

thou shalt both satisfy my just desire...

and give me cause to praise thee

whilst I live.

My gracious lord...

I'm ready to accomplish your request

so far forth...

as by art and power of my spirit

I am able to perform.

In faith, that's just nothing at all.

But, and it please Your Grace, it is not

in my power to present before your eyes...

the true substantial bodies

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