At your repulse, and laugh your state to scorn!

Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God.

[Exeunt - on one side Devils, on the other, Old Man.

Enter FAUSTUs, with Scholars.

Faustus-Ah, gentlemen!

First Scholar · What ails Faustus?

Faustus Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee, then had I lived still! but now I die eternally. Look, comes he not? comes he not?

Second Scholar · What means Faustus?

Third Scholar · - Belike he is grown into some sickness by being oversolitary.

First Scholar-If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him. 'Tis but a surfeit; never fear, man.

A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body

Second Scholar-Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's mercies are infinite.

Faustus But Faustus' offense can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. Ah, gentlemen, hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! Though my heart pants and quivers to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years, O, would I had never seen Wertenberg, never read book! and what wonders I have done, all Germany can witness, yea, all the world; for which Faustus hath lost both Germany and the world, yea, heaven itself, heaven, the seat of God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy; and must remain in hell forever, hell, ah, hell, forever! Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell forever?

Third Scholar - Yet, Faustus, call on God.

Faustus-On God, whom Faustus hath abjured! on God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed! Ah, my God, I would weep! but the devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears! yea, life and soul! O, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands; but see, they hold them, they hold them!

All-Who, Faustus?

Faustus-Lucifer and Mephistophilis. Ah, gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning!

All God forbid!

Faustus - God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus hath done it. For vain pleasure of twenty-four years hath Faustus lost eternal joy and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the date is expired; the time will come, and he will fetch me.

First Scholar-Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?

Faustus- Oft have I thought to have done so; but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces, if I named God, to fetch both body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me.

Second Scholar―O, what shall we do to save Faustus?

Faustus-Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart. Third Scholar-God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus.

First Scholar-Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.

Faustus- Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.

Second Scholar-Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have mercy upon thee.

Faustus-Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell.

All-Faustus, farewell.

Faustus

Ah, Faustus,

[Exeunt Scholars. The clock strikes eleven.

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damned perpetually!
Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,
That time may cease, and midnight never come;
Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make
Perpetual day; or let this hour be but

A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
That Faustus may repent and save his soul!

O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
O, I'll leap up to my God! - Who pulls me down? —
See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ!-
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!
Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer!
Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where God
Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!
Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!
No, no!

Then will I headlong run into the earth:
Earth, gape! O no, it will not harbor me!

You stars that reigned at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist,
Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud[s],
That, when you vomit forth into the air,
My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
So that my soul may but ascend to heaven!

[The clock strikes the half-hour. Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon. 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!
O, no end is limited to damnèd souls!
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true,
This soul should fly from me, and I be changed
Unto some brutish beast! all beasts are happy,
For, when they die,

Their souls are soon dissolved in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagued in hell.
Cursed be the parents that engendered me!
No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer
That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.

[The clock strikes twelve.

O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!

[Thunder and lightning.

O soul, be changed into little water drops,
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!

Enter Devils.

My God, my God, look not so fierce on me!
Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile!
Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer!
I'll burn my books! — Ah, Mephistophilis!

[Exeunt Devils with FAUSTUS.

Enter Chorus.

Chorus

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, 'And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,

That some time 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 practice more than heavenly power permits.

[Exit.

Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.

A MALTESE MILLIONAIRE.

By CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.

(From "The Jew of Malta.")

BARABAS discovered in his Countinghouse, with Heaps of Gold before

So that of thus much that return was made:
And of the third part of the Persian ships,
There was the venture summed and satisfied.
As for those Sabans, and the men of Uz,

That bought my Spanish oils and wines of Greece,
Here have I purst their paltry silverlings.
Fie; what a trouble 'tis to count this trash.
Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay
The things they traffic for with wedge of gold,
Whereof a man may easily in a day

Tell that which may maintain him all his life.
The needy groom that never fingered groat,
Would make a miracle of thus much coin:

But he whose steel-barred coffers are crammed full,
And all his lifetime hath been tired,
Wearying his fingers' ends with telling it,
Would in his age be loath to labor so,
And for a pound to sweat himself to death.
Give me the merchants of the Indian mines,
That trade in metal of the purest mold;
The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks
Without control can pick his riches up,
And in his house heap pearls like pebblestones,
Receive them free, and sell them by the weight;
Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, and amethysts,

Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds,
Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds,
And seld-seen costly stones of so great price,
As one of them indifferently rated,
And of a carat of this quantity,

May serve in peril of calamity

To ransom great kings from captivity.

This is the ware wherein consists my wealth;

And thus methinks should men of judgment frame
Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,
And as their wealth increaseth, so inclose
Infinite riches in a little room.

But now how stands the wind?

Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill?1

Ha! to the east? yes: see, how stand the vanes?
East and by south: why then I hope my ships
I sent for Egypt and the bordering isles
Are gotten up by Nilus' winding banks:
Mine argosies from Alexandria,

Loaden with spice and silks, now under sail,
Are smoothly gliding down by Candy shore.
To Malta, through our Mediterranean sea.
But who comes here?

Barabas, thy ships are safe,

Riding in Malta road: and all the merchants
With other merchandise are safe arrived,

And have sent me to know whether yourself
Will come and custom them.2

Barabas

The ships are safe thou say'st, and richly fraught.

1 A stuffed kingfisher (the halcyon), suspended by a string, was supposed to show the direction of the wind. Halcyon days were calm days, the belief being that the weather was always calm when kingfishers were breeding.

2 Pay the duties.