Tell me, what is that Lucifer thy lord?

MEPH. Arch regent and commander of all spirits. FAUST. Was not that Lucifer an angel once? MEPH. Yes Faustus, and most dearly lov'd of God. FAUST. HOW comes it then that he is Prince of

Devils?

MEPH. Oh! by aspiring pride and insolence, For which God threw him from the face of heav'n. FAUST. And what are you that live with Lucifer, MEPH. Unhappy spirits that live with Lucifer, Conspir'd against our God with Lucifer,

And are for ever damn'd with Lucifer.
FAUST. Where are you damn'd?

MEPH. In hell.

FAUST. HOW Comes it then that thou art out of hell? MEPH. Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I that saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heav'n, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?

O Faustus! leave these frivolous demands,

Which strike a terror to my fainting heart.

FAUST. What, is great Mephostophilis so passionate,

For being deprived of the joys of heav'n!

Learn thou of Faustus manly fortitude,

And scorn those joys thou never shalt possess.
Go, bear these tidings to great Lucifer;
Seeing Faustus had incurr'd eternal death,
By desperate thoughts against Jove's deity,

Say he surrenders up to him his soul,
So he will spare him four and twenty years,
Letting him live in all voluptuousness;
Having thee ever to attend on me;

To give me whatsoever I shall ask;
To tell me whatsoever I demand;

To slay mine enemies, and to aid my friends;
And always be obedient to my will.
Go, and return to mighty Lucifer,
And meet me in my study at midnight,

And then resolve me of thy master's mind.

MEPH. I will, Faustus.

[Erit.

FAUST. Had I as many souls as there be stars,

I'd give them all for Mephostophilis.

By him I'll be great emperor of the world,
And make a bridge thorough the moving air,
Το pass the ocean with a band of men;
I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore,
And make that country continent to Spain,
And both contributary to my crown.
The emperor shall not live but by my leave,
Nor any potentate of Germany,

Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd.

I'll live in speculation of this art,

Till Mephostophilis return again.

SCENE V.

Enter WAGNER and the CLOWN.

WAG. Come hither, sirrah! boy!

[Exit.

CLOWN. Boy! Oh! disgrace to my person! Zounds!

boy in your face! you have seen many boys with beards, I am sure.

WAG. Hast thou no comings in?

CLOWN. And goings out too, you may see, sir.

WAG. Alas, poor slave! see how poverty jests in his nakedness. I know the villain's out of service, and so hungry, that I know he would give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, though it were blood raw.

CLOWN. Not so neither; I had need to have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear, I can tell you.

WAG. Sirrah, wilt thou be my man, and wait on me? and I will make thee go like qui mihi discipulus.

CLOWN. What, in verse?

WAG. No, slave, in beaten silk and stavesaker*. CLOWN. Stavesaker? that's good to kill vermin; then belike if I serve you I shall be lousy.

WAG. Why, so thou shalt be whether thou dost it or no for, sirrah, if thou dost not presently bind thyself to me for seven years, I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars, and make them tear thee in pieces.

CLOWN. Nay, sir, you may spare yourself a labour, for they are as familiar with me as if they paid for their meat and drink, I can tell you.

WAG. Well, sirrah, leave your jesting, and take these guilders.

* Stavesaker-the herb larkspur.

CLOWN. Yes, marry, sir, and I thank you too. WAG. So now thou art to be at an hour's warning whensoever and wheresover the devil shall fetch thee. CLOWN. Here, take your guilders again, I'll none of 'em.

WAG. Not I, thou art pressed; prepare thyself, for I will presently raise up two devils to carry thee away. Banio! Belcher!

CLOWN. Belcher! and Belcher come here, I'll belch him; I am not afraid of a devil.

Enter two DEVILS.

WAG. How now, sir, will you serve me now ? CLOWN. Ay, good Wagner, take away the devil then.

WAG. Spirits away! now, sirrah, follow me.

[Exeunt Devils. CLOWN. I will, sir; but hark you, master, will you teach me this conjuring occupation?

WAG. Ay, sirrah, I'll teach thee to turn thyself to a dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or any thing. CLOWN. A dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat! O brave Wagner!

WAG. Villain, call me Master Wagner, and see that you walk attentively, and let your right eye be always diametrically fixed upon my left heel that thou mayst quasi vestigias nostras insistere.

CLOWN. Well, sir, I warrant you.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

FAUSTUS in his Study.

FAUST. Now, Faustus,

Must thou need'st be damn'd; canst thou not be sav'd.

What boots it then to think on God or heav'n?

Away with such vain fancies, and despair;
Despair in God, and trust in Belzebub.

Now, go not back, Faustus; be resolute.

Why waver'st thou? O something soundeth in mine

ear,

Abjure this magic, turn to God again:

Why, he loves thee not;

The God thou serv'st is thine own appetite,
Wherein is first the love of Belzebub:

To him I'll build an altar and a church,
And offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes.

Enter the two ANGELS.

BAD ANG. Go forward, Faustus, in that most famous art.

art.

GOOD ANG. Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable

FAUST. Contrition, prayer, repentance, what of these?

GOOD ANG. Oh, they are means to bring thee unto heaven!

BAD ANG. Rather illusions, fruits of lunacy,