My flesh, divided in your precious shapes, [They lift him down. Ther. A woful change, my lords; that daunts our thoughts, More than the ruin of our proper souls! Tamb. Sit up, my son, [and] let me see how well Thou wilt become thy father's majesty. Amy. With what a flinty bosom should I joy The breath of life and burthen of my soul, My body's mortifièd lineaments Should exercise the motions of my heart, O father if the unrelenting ears Of death and hell be shut against my prayers, How should I step, or stir my hateful feet Leading a life that only strives to die, And plead in vain unpleasing sovereignty. Tamb. Let not thy love exceed thine honour, son, Nor bar thy mind that magnanimity That nobly must admit necessity. Sit up, my boy, and with these silken reins Bridle the steelèd stomachs of these jades. Ther. My lord, you must obey his majesty, Since fate commands and proud necessity. Amy. Heavens witness me with what a broken heart And damned spirit I ascend this seat, And send my soul before my father die, His anguish and his burning agony ! [They crown Amyras. Tamb. Now fetch the hearse of fair Zenocrate; Let it be placed by this my fatal chair, And serve as parcel of my funeral. Usum. Then feels your majesty no sovereign ease, Nor may our hearts, all drowned in tears of blood, Joy any hope of your recovery? Tamb. Casane, no; the monarch of the earth, Tech. Then let some god oppose his holy power [They bring in the hearse of Zenocrate. For if thy body thrive not full of thoughts A guide of baser temper than myself, More than Heaven's coach the pride of Phaeton. For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God, must die. [He dies. Amy. Meet heaven and earth, and here let all things end, For earth hath spent the pride of all her fruit, FAUSTUS MAKES HIS CHOICE. Faust. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin And live and die in Aristotle's works. Bene disserere est fins logices. Is, to dispute well, logic's chiefest end ! Affords this art no greater miracle? Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that end: A great subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid o xau un ov farewell, and Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some wonderous cure: The end of physic is our body's health. Si una eademque res legatur duobus, alter rem, alter valorem rei, etc. A pretty case of paltry legacies! Exhæreditare filium non potest, pater, nisi, etc. Such is the subject of the institute, And universal body of the law: This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. [Reads. [Reads. i est in nobis in, we deceive Why, then, Stipendium peccati morse est. Ha! Stipendium, etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard. Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla veritas; If we say that we have no s ourselves, and there's no truth in us. belike we must sin, and consequently di Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, What will be, shall be? Divinity, adi These metaphysics of magicians, And necromantic books are heavenly ie: sera, .eu! |