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76 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1588
Sweet Mephistophilis, thou pleasest me.
Whilst I am here on earth, let me be cloy'd
With all things that delight the heart of man:
My four-and-twenty years of liberty
I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance,
That Faustus' name, whilst this bright frame doth stand,
May be admir'd thorough the furthest land....
Thou know'st, within the compass of eight days
We view'd the face of heaven, of earth, and hell;
So high our dragons soar'd into the air,
That, looking down, the earth appear'd to me
No bigger than my hand in quantity;
There did we view the kingdoms of the world,
And what might please mine eye I there beheld.
Is this the face that launched a thousand shipsAt an emotional level, I find Marlowe's description pretty convincing, though, as a scientist, I also feel obliged to try and estimate in quantitative terms just how beautiful Helen of Troy was. Well, look at it this way. Jackie Onassis,
and burned the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss...
her lips suck forth my soul
See where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
Bell and book and candle,As you can see, this guy thinks out of the box and knows how to maximize his opportunities! But, despite everything, when it's time to pay up he still regrets what he's done:
Candle, book and bell
Backwards, forwards and back again
to damn poor Faust to Hell
O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!Definitely makes you feel a little thoughtful, doesn't it?
The hour will come, the clock will strike, and Faust must die...
So soon he profits in divinity,
The fruitful plot of scholarism graced,
That shortly he was graced with doctor’s name.
Excelling all whose sweet delight disputes
In heavenly matters of theology
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And melting heavens conspired his overthrow.
Scholar – Where is your master?
Wagner - God in heaven knows.
Scholar – Why dost not thou know?
Wagner – Yes, I know, but that follows not.
(Bene disserere est finis logices)
Is to dispute well logic’s chiefest end?
(Si peccase Negamus, fallimur
Et nulla est in nobis veritas).
If we say that we have no sin,
We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us.
Why then belike, we must sin,
And so consequently die.
(Faust) - Tush, these slender trifles Wagner can decide.
Hath Mephastophilis no greater skill?
Who knows not the double motion of the planets?
The first is finished in a natural day,
The second thus, as Saturn in thirty years,
Jupiter in twelve, Mars in four, the sun, Venus and Mercury in a year, the moon in twenty-eight days.
O God,
If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
Yet for Christ’s sake, whose blood hath ransomed me,
Impose some end to my incessant pain.
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be saved.
FAUSTUS:”If we say that we have no sin,
We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us."
SLOTH: "I am Sloth. I was begotten on a sunny bank, where I have lain ever since, and you have done me great injury to bring me from thence. Let me be carried thither again by Gluttony and Lechery. I’ll not speak another word for a king’s ransom."
FAUSTUS:”First will I question with thee about hell.
Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?"
MEPHISTOPHELES:"Under the heavens."
FAUSTUS:"Ay, but whereabout?"
MEPHISTOPHELES:"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 shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven."
FAUSTUS:"Come, I think hell’s a fable."
MEPHISTOPHELES:"Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind.”
CHORUS:”Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo’s laurel bough
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Faustus is gone. Regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practise more than heavenly power permits.”
"Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord?"
FAUSTUS: