All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Faust. Come, I think hell's a fable.
Meph. Ay, think so still, till experience

change thy mind.

Faust. Why, think'st thou, then, that Faustus shall be damn'd?

Meph. Ay, of necessity, for here's the scroll Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer. Faust. Ay, and body too: but what of that? Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine

That, after this life, there is any pain? Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales.

Meph. But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the contrary,

For I am damn'd and am now in hell.
Faust. How! now in hell!

Nay, an this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd 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 cannot live without a wife.
Meph. How! a wife!

I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife.
Faust. Nay, sweet Mephistophilis, fetch

me one, for I will have one.

Meph. Well, thou wilt have one? Sit there till I come: I'll fetch thee a wife in the devil's name. [Exit.

-Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a Devil drest like a Woman, with fireworks

Meph. Tell me, Faustus, how dost thou like. thy wife?

Faust. A plague on her!
Meph. Tut, Faustus,

Marriage is but a ceremonial toy;

If thou lovest 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.
Hold, take this book, peruse it thoroughly:
[Gives book.

The iterating 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 armor shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou desir'st.

Faust. 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. Here they are in this book.

Meph.

[Turns to them. Faust. 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.

Meph. Here they are too.

[Turns to them. Faust. Nay, let me have one book more,and then I have done,-wherein I might see all plants, herbs, and trees, that grow upon the earth.

Meph. Here they be.
Faust. O, thou art deceived.
Tut, I warrant thee.

Meph.

[Turns to them. Faust. When I behold the heavens, then I

repent,

And curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis, Because thou hast depriv'd me of those joys. Meph. Why, Faustus,

Thinkest thou heaven is such a glorious thing?

I tell thee, 'tis not half so fair as thou,
Or any man that breathes on earth.
Faust. How prov'st thou that?
Meph.

Twas made for man, therefore is man more excellent. Faust. If it were made for man, 'twas made for me:

I will renounce this magic and repent.

Enter Good Angel and Evil Angel

G. Ang. Faustus, repent; yet God will pity thee.

E. Ang. Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee.

Faust. 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. E. Ang. Ay, but Faustus never shall repent. [Exeunt Angels. Faust. My heart's so harden'd, I cannot repent:

Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or

Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair.

Have not I made blind Homer sing to me
Of Alexander's love and Enon's 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 resolv'd; Faustus shall ne'er repent.—
Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again,
And argue of divine astrology.

Tell me, are there many heavens above the moon?

Are all celestial bodies but one globe,

As is the substance of this centric earth? Meph. As are the elements, such are the spheres,

Mutually folded in each other's orb,
And, Faustus,

All jointly move upon one axletree,

Whose terminus is term'd the world's wide

Wag.

Enter WAGNER

I think my master means to die shortly,

For he hath given to me all his goods:
And yet, methinks, if that death were near,
He would not banquet, and carouse, and swill
Amongst the students, as even now he doth,
Who are at supper with such belly-cheer
As Wagner ne'er beheld in all his life.
See, where they come! belike the feast is
ended.
[Exit.

Enter FAUSTUS with two or three Scholars, and MEPHISTOPHILIS

First Schol. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair ladies, which was the beautifulest in all the world, we have determined with ourselves that Helen of Greece was the admirablest lady that ever lived: therefore, Master Doctor, if you will do us that favor, as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you.

Nature's works,

And only paragon of excellence,

Let us depart; and for this glorious deed Happy and blest be Faustus evermore! Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: the same I wish to you. [Exeunt Scholars.

Enter an Old Man

Old Man. Ah, Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail

To guide thy steps unto the way of life, By which sweet path thou mayst attain the goal

That shall conduct thee to celestial rest! Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears,

Tears falling from repentant heaviness
Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness,
The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul
With such flagitious crimes of heinous sin
As no commiseration may expel,

But mercy, Faustus, of thy Saviour sweet, Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt.

Faust. Where are thou, Faustus? wretch, what hast thou done?

Damn'd art thou, Faustus, damn'd; despair and die!

Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice Says, "Faustus, come; thine hour is almost come";

And Faustus now will come to do thee right. [Mephistophilis gives him a dagger. Old Man. Ah, stay, good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps!

I see an angel hovers o'er thy head,
And, with a vial full of precious grace,
Offers to pour the same into thy soul:
Then call for mercy, and avoid despair.
Faust. Ah, my sweet friend, I feel
Thy words to comfort my distressed soul!
Leave me a while to ponder on my sins.
Old Man. I go, sweet Faustus; but with
heavy cheer,

Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul.

[Exit.

Faust. Accursed Faustus, where is 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? Meph. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul

For disobedience to my sovereign lord:
Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh.

Faust. 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.

Meph. Do it, then, quickly, with unfeigned heart,

Lest greater danger do attend thy drift. Faust. Torment, sweet friend, that base and crooked age,

That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer,
With greatest torments that our hell affords.
Meph. His faith is great; I cannot touch his
soul;

But what I may afflict his body with
I will attempt, which is but little worth.
Faust. One thing, good servant, let me
crave of thee,

To glut the longing of my heart's desire,—
That I might have unto my paramour
That heavenly Helen which I saw of late,
Whose sweet embracings may extinguish
clean

Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my
Vow,

And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer. Meph. Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire,

Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye.
Re-enter HELEN

Faust. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.[Kisses her.

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 will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colors on my plumed crest;
Yes, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
[Exeunt.

Faust. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body and soul.

Sec. Schol. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's mercies are infinite. Faust. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be

pardoned the serpent that tempted
Eve may be saved, but not Faustus.
Ah, gentlemen, hear me with patience,
and tremble not at my speeches!
Though my heart pants and quivers to
remember that I have been a student
here these thirty years, O, would I had
never seen Wertenberg, never read
book! and 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, ah, hell, for ever! Sweet friends,
what shall become of Faustus, being in
hell for ever?

Third Schol. Yet, Faustus, call on God.
Faust.

On God, whom Faustus hath abjured! on God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed! Ah, my God, I would weep! but the devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears! yea,

Faust. God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus hath done it for vain pleasure of twenty-four 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. First Schol. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?

Faust. 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 'tis too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me. Sec. Schol. O, what shall we do to save Faustus?

:

Faust. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart.

Third Schol. God will strengthen me; I

will stay with Faustus.

First Schol. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.

Faust. Ay, pray for me, pray

for me; and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. Sec. Schol. Pray thou, and we will pray

that God may have mercy upon thee. Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. All. Faustus, farewell.

[Exeunt Scholars-The clock strikes eleven. Faust. Ah, Faustus.

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damn'd 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!
O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,

The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.

O, I'll leap up to my God!-Who pulls me down?

See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament!

One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ!—

Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!.

Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer!

Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where God

Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!

Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall

on me,

And hide me from the heavy wrath of God! No, No!

Then will I headlong run into the earth: Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbor me! You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon laboring clouds, That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,

So that my soul may but ascend to heaven! [The clock strikes the half-hour. Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past

anon.

O God,

If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul, Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me,

Impose some end to my incessant pain;
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd.
O, no end is limited to damned souls!
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that
true,

This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd

Unto some brutish beast! all beasts are happy,

For, when they die,

Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.

[The clock strikes twelve. O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,

Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!