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I sent for Egypt and the bordering isles,
Are gotten up by Nilus' winding banks.
Mine argosies from Alexandria,

Loaden with spice and silks, now under sail,
Are smoothly gliding down by Candy shore
To Malta, through our Mediterranean sea.

Certain Merchants enter, and inform Barabas, that his ships from various ports are safe arrived, and riding in Malta roads.-le descants on the temporal condition of the Jews, how they thrive and attain to great worldly prosperity, in spite of the curse denounced against them.

Thus trolls our fortune in by land and sea,
And thus are we on every side enrich'd.
These are the blessings promis'd to the Jews,
And herein was old Abram's happiness.
What more may heaven do for earthly man,
Than thus to pour out plenty in their laps,
Ripping the bowels of the earth for them,
Making the sea their servants, and the winds
To drive their substance with successful blasts!
Who hateth me but for my happiness }

Or who is honor'd now but for his wealth?
Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus,
Than pitied in a Christian poverty:
For I can see no fruits in all their faith,
But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride,
Which methinks fits not their profession.
Haply some hapless man hath conscience,
And for his conscience lives in beggary.
They say we are a scattered nation :

I cannot tell; but we have scrambled up
More wealth by far than those that brag of faith.
There's Kirriah Jairiin, the great Jew of Greece,
Obed in Bairseth, Nones in Portugal,

Myself in Malta, some in Italy,

Many in France, and wealthy every one;
Aye, wealthier far than any Christian.
I must confess, we come not to be kings;

That's not our fault; alas! our number's few ;
And crowns come either by succession,

Or urged by force; and nothing violent,
Oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

Give us a peaceful rule; make Christians kings,
That thirst so much for principality.

man.

[Marlowe's Jew does not approach so near to Shakspeare's as his Edward II. does to Richard II. Shylock, in the midst of his savage purpose, is a His motives, feelings, resentments, have something human in them. "If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" Barabas is a mere monster, brought in with a large painted nose, to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners by the Royal command, when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet. It is curious to see a superstition wearing out. The idea of a Jew (which our pious ancestors contemplated with such horror) has nothing in it now revolting. We have tamed the claws of the beast, and pared its nails, and now we take it to our arms, fondle it, write plays to flatter it: it is visited by princes, afkets a taste, patronises the arts, and is the only liberal and gentleman. like thing in Christendom.]

THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS. BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.

How Faustus fell to the study of magic.

born of parents base of stock

In Germany, within a town called Rhodes:

At riper years to Wirtemberg he went,
Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up.
So much he profi.s in Divinity,

That shortly he was graced with Doctor's name,
Excelling all, and sweetly can dispute

In the heavenly matters of theology:

Till swoln with cunning and a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And melting, heaven conspired his overthrow ;
For falling to a devilish exercise,

And glutted now with Learning's golden gifts,
He surfeits on the cursed necromancy.

Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,

Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss.

Faustus, in his study, runs through the circle of the sciences ; and being satisfied with none of them, determines to addiet himself to magic.

Faust. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin

To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess :
Having commenc'd, be a Divine in show,
Yet level at the end of every art,
And live and die in Aristotle's works.
Sweet Analytics, 'tis thou hast ravishi'd me.
Bene disserere est finis Logices.

Is, to dispute well, Logic's chiefest end?

Affords this art no greater miracle?

Then read no more; thou hast attained that end.

A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit.

Bid Economy farewell; and Galen come.

Be a physician, Faustus, heap up gold,
And be eterniz'd for some wond'rous cure.
Summum Lonum medicinæ sanitas :

The end of physic is our bodies' health.
Why, Faustus: hast thou not attain'd that end ?
Are not thy bills hung up as monuments,
Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague,
And divers desperate maladies been cured?
Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man.
Couldst thou make men but live eternally,
Or being dead raise men to life again,
Then this profession were to be esteem'd.
Physic, farewell. Where is Justinian?
Si una eademque res legatur duobus,
Alter rem, aller valorem, rei, &c.
A petty case of paltry legacies.
Exhereditari filium non potest pater, nisi, &c.
Such is the subject of the Institute,
And universal body of the Law.

This study fits a mercenary drudge,
Who aims at nothing but eternal trash,
Too servile and illiberal for me.
When all is done, Divinity is best.
Jerome's Bible, Faustus: view it well.

Stipendium peccati mors est: ha! Stipendium, &c.
The reward of sin is death: that's hard.

Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas.
If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there is

no truth in us.

Why then belike we must sin, and so consequently die.

Aye, we must die an everlasting death.

What doctrine call you this? Che sera sera:

What will be shall be. Divinity adieu.
These Metaphysics of Magicians,
And necromantic books, are heavenly.
Lines, Circles, Letters, Characters:

Aye, these are those that Faustus most desires.
O what a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honor, of omnipotence,
Is promised to the studious artizan!

All things that move between the quiet poles
Shall be at my command. Emperors and Kings
Are but obey'd in their several provinces ;
But his dominion that exceeds in this,
Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man :
A sound Magician is a Demigod.

Here tire my brains to gain a deity.

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How am I glutted with conceit of this!
Shall I make Spirits fetch me what I please?
Resolve me of all ambiguities?

Perform what desperate enterprises I will?
I'll have them fly to India for gold,

Ransack the ocean for orient pearl,

And search all corners of the new-found world

For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.
I'll have them read me strange philosophy;

And tell the secrets of all foreign kings;
I'll have them wall all Germany with brass,
And with swift Rhine circle all Wirtemberg:
I'll have them fill the public schools with skill,
Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad:
I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring,
And chase the Prince of Parma from our land;
And reign sole king of all the provinces ;
Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war,
Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge,
I'll make my servilo Spirits to invent,
Come, German Valdes, and Cornelius,
And make me wise with your sage conference.

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Enter VALDES and CORNELIUS.

Faust. Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius,
Know that your words have won me at the last
To practise magic and concealed Arts.
Philosophy is odious and obscure :

Both Law and Physic are for petty wits:
'Tis Magic, Magic, that hath ravish'd me.
Then gentle friends aid me in this attempt:
And I that have with subtil syllogisms
Gravell'd the Pastors of the German Church,
And made the flowering pride of Wirtemberg
Swarm to my problems, as th' infernal Spirits
On sweet Museus when he came to hell,
Will be as cunning as Agrippa was,
Whose shadow made all Europe honor him.

Vald. Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our experience,

Shall make all nations canonize us.

As Indian Moors obey their Spanish Lords,

So shall the Spirits of every Element

Be always serviceable to us three:

Like Lions shall they guard us when we please;
Liko Almain Rutters with their horsemen's staves,
Or Lapland Giants trotting by our sides:
Sometimes like Women, or unwedded Maids,

PART 1.

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