Doctor Faustus Page #5

much beholden unto you.

Gentlemen...

for that I know

your friendship is unfeigned...

and Faustus' custom is not to deny

the just requests of those...

that wish him well.

You shall behold

that peerless dame of Greece.

No otherwise for pomp and majesty...

as when Sir Paris

crossed the seas with her...

and brought the spoils from rich Dardania.

We thank you, sir...

- and indeed are most curious--

- Be silent, then...

for danger is in words.

Too simple is my wit to tell her praise...

whom all the world admires for majesty.

No marvel

though the angry Greeks pursued...

with ten years' war

the rape of such a queen...

whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare.

Since we have seen

the pride of Nature's works...

and only paragon of excellence...

let us depart.

Doctor Faustus...

that I might prevail to guide thy steps

unto the way of life...

break heart, drop blood,

and mingle it with tears.

Gentle Faustus, leave this damned art.

My sweet friend...

I feel thy words

to comfort my distressed soul.

Leave me awhile to ponder on my sins.

I go, sweet Faustus,

but with heavy cheer...

fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul.

Where art thou, Faustus?

Wretch, what hast thou done?

Damned are thou, Faustus, damned.

Despair and die!

Hell calls for right and with a

roaring voice cries, "Faustus, come!

"Thine hour is almost come!"

Faustus will come to do thee right.

Accursed Faustus...

where be mercy now?

I do repent and yet I do despair.

Hell strives with grace

for conquest in my breast.

What shall I do to shun

the snares of death?

Thou traitor, Faustus.

I arrest thy soul for disobedience

to my sovereign lord.

Revolt,

or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh.

Sweet Mephistophilis...

entreat thy lord

to pardon my unjust presumption...

and with my blood again I will confirm

my former vow I made to Lucifer.

Do it, then, quickly with unfeigned heart,

lest greater dangers do attend thy drift.

One thing, good servant...

let me crave of thee...

to glut the longing of my heart's desire.

That I may have unto my paramour

that heavenly Helen which of late I saw...

whose sweet embracings

may extinguish clean...

those thoughts that do dissuade me

from my vow.

This or what else thou shall desire

shall be performed...

in a twinkling of an eye.

Was this the face that launched

a thousand ships...

and burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Come, Helen...

make me immortal...

with a kiss.

Her lips...

suck forth my soul.

See where it flies.

Come, Helen, come.

Give me my soul again.

Here will I dwell...

for Heaven is in these lips,

and all is dross that is not Helena.

I'll be Paris and for love of thee

instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sacked.

I will combat with weak Menelaus

and wear thy colors on my plumed crest.

Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel...

and then return to Helen...

for a kiss.

Thou art fairer than the evening air...

clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...

brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter

when he appeared to hapless Semele.

More lovely than the monarch of the sky...

in wanton Arethusa's azured arms...

and none but thou...

shalt be my paramour.

- Gentlemen!

- What ails, Faustus?

My sweet chamber-fellows,

had I lived with you...

then had I lived still,

but now I die eternally.

Comes he not?

What means, Faustus?

Belike he is grown into some sickness

by being over-solitary.

If it be so, we'll have physicians

to cure him.

'Tis but a surfeit. Never fear, man.

A surfeit of deadly sin

that hath damned both body and soul.

Yet, Faustus, look up to Heaven.

Remember God's mercies are infinite.

But Faustus' offence

can never be pardoned.

The serpent that tempted Eve may be saved,

but not Faustus.

Gentlemen, hear me with patience

and tremble not at my speeches.

Though my heart pants and quivers...

to remember I've been a student here

these 30 years...

would I had never seen Wittenberg...

never read book.

What wonders I have done all Germany

can witness, yea, all the world...

for which Faustus hath lost...

both Germany and the world.

Yea, Heaven itself.

Heaven, the seat of God...

the throne of the blessed,

the kingdom of joy...

and must remain in Hell for ever.

Hell for ever!

Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus

being in Hell for ever?

Yet, Faustus, call on God.

On God, whom Faustus hath abjured?

On God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed?

My God, I would weep...

but the Devil draws in my tears.

Gush forth blood, yea, life and soul!

He stays my tongue.

I would lift up my arms...

but see...

they hold them.

Who, Faustus?

Lucifer and Mephistophilis.

Gentlemen...

I gave them my soul for my cunning.

- God forbid!

- God forbade it, indeed...

but Faustus hath done it.

For the vain pleasure of 24 years...

hath Faustus lost eternal joy and felicity.

I writ them a bill with mine own blood...

the date is expired...

the time will come...

and he will fetch me.

Why did not Faustus tell us of this before,

that divines might have prayed for thee?

Oft have I thought to have done so...

but the Devil threatened to tear me

in pieces if I named God...

to fetch both body and soul

if I once gave ear to divinity...

and now it is too late.

Gentlemen, away...

lest you perish with me.

What shall we do to save Faustus?

Talk not of me,

but save yourselves and depart.

God will strengthen me.

I will stay with Faustus.

Tempt not God, sweet friend...

but let us into the next room

and there pray for him.

Pray for me.

What noise soever ye hear,

come not unto me...

for nothing can rescue me.

Pray thou...

and we will pray

that God may have mercy upon thee.

Gentlemen...

farewell.

If I live till morning, I'll visit you.

If not...

Faustus...

is gone to Hell.

Faustus, farewell.

Damned.

Come to thine enticed damnation.

The Devil will tear thy flesh.

The Devil will tear thee to pieces.

Faustus...

now hast thou but one bare hour to live.

Then thou must he damned...

perpetually.

Stand still,

you ever-moving spheres of Heaven...

that time may cease

and midnight never come.

Fair nature's eye, rise...

rise again, and make perpetual day...

or let this hour be but a year, a month,

a week, a natural day.

That Faustus may repent and save his soul.

The stars move still...

time runs...

the clock will strike...

the Devil will come...

and Faustus must be damned!

I'll leap up to my God!

Who pulls me down?

See where Christ's blood streams

in the firmament!

One drop would save my soul, half a drop.

My Christ!

Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!

Yet will I call on him.

Spare me, Lucifer!

Where is it now?

'Tis gone!

See where God stretches out his arms

and bends his ireful brows.

Mountains and hills...

come and fall on me

and hide me from the heavy wrath of God!

No.

Then I will headlong run into the earth.

Earth...

gape!

No...

it will not harbor me.

You, stars...

that reigned at my nativity...

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