Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 494 words
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Under the heavens. ay, but where about? Within the bowels of these elements, Where we are tortured and remain for ever, Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is, must we ever be: And to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shallbe purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven. Come, I think hell's a fable. ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind. Why? thinkst thou then that Faustus shall be damned? ay of necessity, for here's the scroll, Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer. ay, and body too, but what of that? Thinkst thou that Faustus is so fond, To imagine, that after this life there is any pain? Tush these are trifles and mere old wives tales. But Faustus I am an instance to prove the contrary For I am damned, and am now in hell. How? now in hell? nay and this be hell, I'll willingly be damned here: what walking, disputing, etc. But leaving off this, let me have a wife, the fairest maid in Germany, for I am wanton and lascivious, and can not live without a wife. How, a wife? I prithee Faustus talk not of a wife. Nay sweet Mephastophilis fetch me one, for I will have one. well thou wilt have one, sit there till I come, I'll fetch thee a wife in the devils name. Tell Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife? A plague on her for a hot whore. Tut Faustus, marriage is but a ceremonial toy, if thou lovest me, think more of it. I'll cull thee out the fairest courtesans, And bring them every morning to thy bed, She whom thine eye shall like, thy heart shall have, Be she as chaste as was Penelope, As wise as Saba, or as beautiful As was bright Lucifer before his fall. Hold, take this book, peruse it thoroughly, The iterating of these lines brings gold, The framing of this circle on the ground, Brings whirlwinds, tempests, thunder and lightning. Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself, And men in armour shall appear to thee, Ready to execute what thou desirest. Thanks Mephastophilis, yet fain would I have a book wherein I might behold all spells and incantations, that I might raise up spirits when I please. Here they are in this book. Now would I have a book where I might see all characters and planets of the heavens, that I might know their motions and dispositions. Here they are too. Turn to them Nay let me have one book more, and then I have done, wherein I might see all plants, herbs and trees that grow upon the earth. Here they be. O thou art deceived. Tut I warrant thee. When I behold the heavens, than I repent, And curse thee wicked Mephastophilis, Because thou hast deprived me of those joys.
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Under the heauens. I, but where about? Within the bowels of these elements, Where we are tortur'd and remaine for euer, Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd In one selfe place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is, must we euer be: And to conclude, when all the world dissolues, And euery creature shalbe purified, All places shall be hell that is not heauen. Come, I thinke hell's a fable. I, thinke so still, till experience change thy minde. Why? thinkst thou then that Faustus shall bée damn'd? I of necessitie, for here's the scrowle, Wherein thou hast giuen thy soule to Lucifer. I, and body too, but what of that? Thinkst thou that Faustus is so sond, To imagine, that after this life there is any paine? Tush these are trifles and méere olde wiues tales. But Faustus I am an instance to proue the contrary For I am damnd, and am now in hell. How? now in hell? nay and this be hell, Ile willingly be damnd here: what walking, disputing, &c. But leauing off this, let me haue a wife, the fairest maid in Germany, for I am wanton and lasciuious, and can not liue without a wife. How, a wife? I prithée Faustus talke not of a wife. Nay sweete Mephastophilis fetch me one, for I will haue one. UUell thou wilt haue one, sit there till I come, Ile fetch thée a wife in the diuels name. Tel Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife? A plague on her for a hote whore. Tut Faustus, marriage is but a ceremoniall toy, if thou louest me, thinke more of it. Ile cull thée out the fairest curtezans, And bring them eu'ry morning to thy bed, She whome thine eie shall like, thy heart shal haue, Be she as chaste as was Penelope, As wise as Saba, or as beautiful As was bright Lucifer before his fall. Hld, take this booke, peruse it thorowly, The iterating of these lines brings golde, The framing of this circle on the ground, Brings whirlewindes, tempests, thunder and lightning. Pronounce this thrice deuoutly to thy selfe, And men in armour shal appeare to thee, Ready to execute what thou desirst. Thankes Mephastophilus, yet faine would I haue a booke wherein I might beholde al spels and incantations, that I might raise vp spirits when I please. Here they are in this booke. Now would I haue a booke where I might sée al characters and planets of the heauens, that I might knowe their motions and dispositions. Héere they are too. Turne to them Nay let me haue one booke more, and then I haue done, wherein I might sée al plants, hearbes and trées that grow vpon the earth. Here they be. O thou art deceiued. Tut I warrant thée. When I behold the heauens, then I repent, And curse thée wicked Mephastophilus, Because thou hast depriu'd me of those ioyes.