Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 476 words
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Well sirrah follow me. But do you hear? if I should serve you, would you 〈…〉 up Banios and Belcheos? How? a Christian fellow to a dog or a cat, a no, no sir, if you turn me into any thing, of a little pretty frisking flea, that I and there and everywhere, O I'll tickle the be amongst them i'faith. Well sirrah, come. But do you hear Wagner? How Balliol and Belcher. O Lord I pray sir, let Banio and Belcher go sleep. God forgive me, he speaks Dutch fustian: well, I'll follow him, I'll serve him, that's flat. Now Faustus must thou needs be damned, And canst thou not be saved? what boots it then to think of God or heaven? Away with such vain fancies and despair, Despair in God, and trust in Belsabub: Now go not backward: no Faustus, be resolute, why waverest thou? O something soundeth in mine ears: Abjure this Magic, turn to God again, I and Faustus will turn to God again. To God? he loves thee not, The god thou servest is thine own appetite, wherein is fixed the love of Belsabub, To him I'll build an altar and a church, And offer lukewarm blood of new born babes. Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable art. Contrition, prayer, repentance: what of them? O they are means to bring thee unto heaven. Rather illusions fruits of lunacy, That makes men foolish that do trust them most. Sweet Faustus think of heaven, and heavenly things. No Faustus, think of honour and wealth. Of wealth, Why the signory of Emden shallbe mine, when Mephastophilis shall stand by me, What God can hurt thee Faustus? thou art safe, Cast no more doubts, come Mephastophilis, And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer: Is't not midnight? come Mephastophilis, Veni veni Mephastophile Now tell, what says Lucifer thy Lord? That I shall wait on Faustus whilst I live, So he will buy my service with his soul. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee. But Faustus, thou must bequeath it solemnly, And write a deed of gift with thine own blood, For that security craves great Lucifer: If thou deny it, I will back to hell. Stay Mephastophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy Lord? Enlarge his kingdom. Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. Have you any pain that tortures others? As great as have the human souls of men: But tell me Faustus, shall I have thy soul, And I will be thy slave, and wait on thee, And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask. ay Mephastophilis, I give it thee. Then stab thine arm courageously, And bind thy soul, that at some certain day Great Lucifer may claim it as his own, And then be thou as great as Lucifer.
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Well sirra follow me. But do yo hear? if I should serue you, would you vp Banios and Belcheos? ? a Christian fellow to a dogge or a catte, a no, no sir, if you turne me into any thing, of a little pretie frisking flea, that I and there and euery where, O Ile tickle the be amongst them faith. Wel sirra, come. But doe you heare Wagner? How Baioll ad Belher. O Lord I pray sir, let Bano and Belcher go sléepe. God forgiue me, he speakes Dutch fustian: well, Ile folow him, Ile serue him, thats flat. Now Faustus must thou néedes be damnd, And canst thou not be saued? what bootes it then to thinke of God or heauen? Away with such vaine fancies and despaire, Despaire in God, and trust in Belsabub: Now go not backeward: no Faustas, be resolute, why wauerest thou? O something soundeth in mine eares: Abire this Magicke, turne to God againe, I and Faustus wil turne to God againe. To God? he loues thee not, The god thou seruest is thine owne appetite, wherein is fixt the loue of Belsabub, To him Ile build an altare and a church, And offer luke warme blood of new borne babes. Swéet Faustus, leaue that execrable art. Contrition, prayer, repentance: what of them? O they are meanes to bring thée vnto heauen. Rather illusios fruites of lunacy, That makes men foolish that do trust them most. Swéet Faustus thinke of heauen, and heauenly things. No Faustus, thinke of honor and wealth. Of wealth, Why the signory of Emden shalbe mine, when Mephatophilus shal stand by me, What God can hurt thée Faustus? thou art safe, Cast no more doubts, come Mephastophilus, And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer: Ist not midnight? come Mephastophilus, Veni veni Mephastophile Now tel, what sayes Lucifer thy Lord? That I shal waite on Faustus whilst I liue, So he wil buy my seruice with his soule. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thée. But Faustus, thou must bequeathe it solemnely, And write a déede of gift with thine owne blood, For that security craues great Lucifer: If thou deny it, I wil backe to hel. Stay Mephastophilus, and tel me, what good wil my soule do thy Lord? Inlarge his kingdome. Is that the reason he tempts vs thus? Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. Haue you any paine that tortures others? As great as haue the humane soules of men: But tel me Faustus, shal I haue thy soule, And I wil be thy slaue, and waite on thée, And giue thée more than thou hast wit to aske. I Mephastophilus, I giue it thée. Then stabbe thine arme couragiously, And binde thy soule, that at some certaine day Great Lucifer may claime it as his owne, And then be thou as great as Lucifer.