Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
ay, that is not against our kingdom, but this is, Think thou on hell Faustus, for thou art damned. Think Faustus upon God that made the world. Remember this. ay, go accursed spirit to ugly hell, 'tis thou hast damned distressed Faustus' soul: Is't not too late? Too late. Never too late, if Faustus can repent. If thou repent devils shall tear thee in pieces. Repent, & they shall never raze thy skin. Ah Christ my Saviour, seek to save distressed Faustus' soul. Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just, There's none but I have interest in the same. O who art thou that look'st so terrible? I am Lucifer, and this is my companion Prince in hell. O Faustus, they are come to fetch away thy soul. we come to tell thee thou dost injure us, Thou talk'st of Christ, contrary to thy promise Thou shouldst not think of God, think of the devil, And of his dame too. Nor will I henceforth: pardon me in this, And Faustus vows never to look so heaven, Never to name God, or to pray to him, To burn his Scriptures, slay his Ministers, And make my spirits pull his churches down. Do so, and we will highly gratify thee: Faustus, we are come from hell to show thee some pastime: sit down, and thou shalt see all the seven deadly sins appear in their proper shapes. That sight will be as pleasing unto me, as paradise was to Adam, the first day of his creation. Talk not of paradise, nor creation, but mark this show, talk of the devil, and nothing else: come away. Now Faustus, examine them of their several names and dispositions. What art thou? the first. I am Pride, I disdain to have any parents, I am like to Ovid's flea, I can creep into every corner of a wench, sometimes like a periwig, I sit upon her brow, or like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips, indeed I do, what do I not? but fie, what a scent is here? I'll not speak another word, except the ground were perfumed and covered with cloth of arras. What art thou? the second. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in an old leathern bag: and might I have my wish, I would desire, that this house, and all the people in it were turned to gold, that I might lock you up in my good chest, O my sweet gold What art thou? the third. I am Wrath, I had neither father nor mother, I leapt out of a lion's mouth, when I was scarce half an hour old, and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers wounding myself, when I had nobody to fight withal: I was borne in hell, and look to it, for some of you shallbe my father.
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I, that is not against our kingdome, but this is, Thinke thou on hell Faustus, for thou art damnd. Thinke Faustus vpon God that made the world. Remember this. I, goe accursed spirit to vgly hell, Tis thou hast damnd distressed Faustus soule: Ist not too late? Too late. Neuer too late, if Faustus can repent. If thou repent diuels shall teare thee in péeces. Repent, & they shal neuer race thy skin. Ah Christ my Sauiour, seeke to saue distressed Faustus soule. Chrst cannot saue thy soule, for he is iust, Theres none but I haue intrest in the same. O who art thou that lookst so terrible? I am Lucifer, and this is my companion Prince in hel. O Faustus, they are come to fetch away thy soule. we come to tell thée thou dost iniure vs, Thou talkst of Christ, contrary to thy promise Thou shouldst not thinke of God, thinke of the deuil, Ad of his da too. Nor will henceforth: pardon me in this, And Faustus vowes neuer to looke so heauen, Neuer to name God, or to pray to him, To burne his Scriptures, slay his Ministers, And make my spirites pull his churches dowe. Do so, and we will highly gratifie thee: Faustus, we are come from hel to shew thée some pastime: ssit downe, and thou shalt see al the seauen deadly sinnes appeare in their proper shapes. That sight will be as pleasing vnto me, as paradise was to Adam, the first day of his creation. Talke not of paradise, nor creation, but marke this shew, talke of the diuel, and nothing else: come away. Now Faustus, examine them of their seueral names and dispositions. What art thou? the first. I am Pride, I disdaine to haue any parents, I am like to Ouids fl, I can créepe into euery corner of a wnch, sometimes like a perwig, I sit vpon her brow, or like a fan of feathers, I kisse her lippes, indéede I doe, what doe I not? but fie, what a scent is here? Ile not speake an other worde, except the ground were perfumde and couered with cloth of arras. What art thou? the second. I am Couetousnes, begotten of an olde churle, in an olde leatherne bag: and might I haue my wish, I would desire, that this house, and all the people in it were turnd to gode, that I might locke you vppe in my good chest, O my sweete golde What art thou? the third. I am Wrath, I had neither father nor mother, I leapt out of a lions mouth, when I was scarce half an houre olde, and euer since I haue runne vp and downe the worlde, with this case of rapiers wounding my selfe, when I had no body to fight withal: I was borne in hel, and looke to it, for some of you shalbe my father.