Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 521 words
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Did not he charge thee to appear to me? No, I came now hither of mine own accord. Did not my conjuring speeches raise thee? speak. That was the cause, but yet per accident, For when we hear one rack the name of God, Abjure the scriptures, and his Saviour Christ, We fly, in hope to get his glorious soul, Nor will we come, unless he use such means Whereby he is in danger to be damned: Therefore the shortest cut for conjuring Is stoutly to abjure the Trinity, And pray devoutly to the prince of hell. So Faustus hath already done, & holds this principle There is no chief but only Belsabub, To whom Faustus doth dedicate himself, This word damnation terrifies not him, For he confounds hell in Elysium, His ghost be with the old Philosophers, But leaving these vain trifles of men's souls, Tell me what is that Lucifer thy Lord? Arch-regent and commander of all spirits. Was not that Lucifer an Angel once? Yes Faustus, and most dearly loved of God. How comes it then that he is prince of devils? O by aspiring pride and insolence, For which God threw him from the face of heaven. and what are you that live with Lucifer? Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer. where are you damned? In hell. How comes it then that thou art out of hell? Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss: O Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, which strike a terror to my fainting soul. What, is great Mephastophilis so passionate, For being deprived of the joys of heaven? Learn thou of Faustus manly fortitude, And scorn those joys thou never shalt possess. Go bear those tidings to Lucifer, Seeing Faustus hath incurred eternal death, By desperate thoughts against Ioues deity: Say, he surrenders up to him his soul, So he will spare him 24. 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 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 masters mind. I will Faustus. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephastophilis: By him I'll be great Emperor of the world, And make a bridge through the moving air, To pass the Ocean with a band of men, I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that land continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any Potentate of Germany: Now that I have obtained what I desire, I'll live in speculation of this Art, Till Mephastophilis return again.
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Did not he charge thée to appeare to mée? No, I came now hither of mine owne accord. Did not my coniuring spéeches raise thee? speake. That was the cause, but yet per accident, For when we heare one racke the name of God, Abiure the scriptures, and his Sauiour Christ, Wée flye, in hope to get his glorious soule, Nor will we come, vnlesse he vse such meanes Whereby he is in danger to be damnd: Therefore the shortest cut for coniuring Is stoutly to abiure the Trinitie, And pray deuoutly to the prince of hell. So Faustus hath already done, & holds this principle There is no chiefe but onely Belsibub, To whom doth dedicate himselfe, This word damnation terrifies not him, For he confounds hell in Elizium, His ghost be with the olde Philosophers, But leaing these vaine trifles of mens soules, Tell me what is that Lucifr thy Lord? Arch-regent and commaunder of all spirits. Was not that Lucifer an Angell once? Yes Faustus, and most dearely lou'd of God. How comes it then that he is prince of diuels? O by aspiring pride and insolence, For which God threw him from the face of heauen. and what are you that liue with Lcifer? Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspir'd against our God with Lucifer, And are for euerdamnd with Lucifer. UUhere are you damn'd? In hell. How comes it then that thou art out of hel? Why this is hel, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal ioyes of heauen, Am not tormented with ten thousand hels, In being depriv'd of euerlasting blisse: O Faustus, leaue these friuolous demaunds, which strike a terror to my fainting soule. What, is great Mephastophilis so passionate, For being deprivd of the ioyes of heauen? Learne thou of Faustus manly fortitude, And scorne those ioyes thou neuer shalt possesse. Go beare those tidings togreat Lucifer, Séeing Faustus hath incurrd eternall death, By desprate thoughts against Ioues deitie: Say, he surrenders vp to him his soule, So he will spare him 24. yéeres, Letting him liue in al voluptuousnesse, Hauing thee euer to attend on me, To giue me whatsoeuer I shal aske, To tel me whatsoeuer I demaund, To slay mine enemies, and ayde my friends, And alwayes be obedient to my wil: Goe and returne to mighty Lucifer, And méete mée in my study at midnight, And then resolue me of thy maisters minde. I will Faustus. Had I s many soules as there be starres, Ide giue them al for Mephastophilis: By him Ile be great Emprour of the world, And make a bridge through the moouing ayre, To passe the Ocean with a band of men, Ile ioyne the hils that binde the Afficke shore, And make that land continent to Spaine, And both contributory to my crowne: The Emprour shal bot liue but by my leaue, Nor any Potentate of Germany: Now that I haue obtaind what I desire, Ile liue in speculation of this Art, Til Mephastophilis returne againe.