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Faust. Why, Lucifer and Mephistophilis. O gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning!
All. O, God forbid!
Faust. God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus hath done it for the vain pleasure of four-andtwenty years hath Faustus lost eternal joy and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the date is expired; this is the time, 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 me body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with
First Schol. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and pray for him.
Faust. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you 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. Meph. Ay, Faustus, now thou hast no hope of heaven;
Therefore despair; think only upon hell,
Hath robb'd me of eternal happiness!
Meph. I do confess it, Faustus, and rejoice: 'Twas I that, when thou wert i'the way to heaven, Damm'd up thy passage; when thou took'st the book
G. Ang. O, thou hast lost celestial happiness,
Sec. Schol. O, what may we do to save
Hell or the devil had had no power on thee: Faust. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, Hadst thou kept on that way, Faustus, behold, and depart. [Music, while a throne descends. Third Schol. God will strengthen me; I will In what resplendent glory thou hadst sit‡ stay with Faustus.
In yonder throne, like those bright-shining saints,
And triumph'd over hell! That hast thou lost; And now, poor soul, must thy good angel leave thee:
To view the Scriptures, then I turn'd the leaves,
*'tis] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "it is."
↑ And led thine eye] A portion of this line has evidently dropt out.
What, weep'st thou? 'tis too late; despair!
Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell. [Exit.*
Enter Good Angel and Evil Angel at several doors.
Innumerable joys had follow'd thee!
E. Ang. Gave ear to me,
And now must taste hell-pains + perpetually.
Avail thee now?
E. Ang. Nothing, but vex thee more,
To want in hell, that had on earth such store.
The jaws of hell are open § to receive thee.
E. Ang. Now, Faustus, let thine eyes with
Faust. O, I have seen enough to torture me!
* Exit] It seems doubtful whether Lucifer and Belzebub should also make their exeunt here, or whether they remain to witness the catastrophe: see p. 132, first col.
↑ hell-pains] So 4tos 1624, 1631.-2to 1616 “hels paines." sit] So 4tos 1624, 1631.-2to 1616 "set."
§ are open] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "is readie." boil] So 4tos 1624, 1631.-2to 1616 "broyle."
No end is limited to damned souls.
Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall:
[Brit. Hell disappears.-The clock strikes eleven. Faust. O Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
O, I'll leap up to heaven!-Who pulls me down?
See, where Christ's blood streams in the
One drop of blood will save me: O my Christ!-
And, see, a threatening arm, an† angry brow!
Then will I headlong run into the earth:
*See, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament] So 4tos 1624, 1631.-Not in 4to 1616.
tan] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "and." thath] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "haue."
§ yon] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "your." you, &c.] See note, p. 101.
¶ 0, if, &c.] 2to 1604, in the corresponding passage, has "Oh, God, if," &c. (seo p. 101, sec. col.), and that reading seems necessary for the sense.
** at last] So 4to 1616.-2tos 1624, 1631, "at the last."
Thunder. Enter Devils.
O, mercy, heaven! look not so fierce on me!
First Schol. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit
For such a dreadful night was never seen;
All torn asunder by the hand of death!
For, twixt the hours of twelve and one, me-
I heard him shriek and call aloud for help;
And all the students, cloth'd in mourning black, Shall wait upon his heavy funeral.
Chor. Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.
BALLAD OF FAUSTUS.
[In the course of the notes on the earlier Faustus several extracts have been given from the prose History of Doctor Faustus; and the following ballad on the same subject may properly find a place here. It is now re-printed from a copy in The Roxburghe Collection, vol. ii. 235, Brit. Museum.]
The Judgment of God shewed upon one John Faustus, Doctor in Divinity.
Tune of Fortune, my Foe.