Calyphas Celebinus Amyras Tamburlaine Celebinus While I sit smiling to behold the sight. Now, my boys, what think ye of a wound? I know not what I should think of it; methinks it is a pitiful sight. 'Tis nothing: give me a wound, father. And me another, my lord. Come, sirrah, give me your arm. Here, father, cut it bravely, as you did your own. It shall suffice thou darest abide a wound: But then run desperate through the thickest throngs, And let the burning of Larissa-walls, My speech of war, and this my wound you see, F INVOCATION TO HELEN From Doctor Faustus > AUSTUS - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? [Kisses her. Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!- I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sacked; In wanton Arethusa's azured arms: And none but thou shalt be my paramour. Ah, Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, A year, a month, a week, a natural day, O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, Christ! Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ! Then will I headlong run into the earth; [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! Oh, no end is limited to damnèd souls! Ah, Pythagoras's metempsychosis! were that true, Their souls are soon dissolved in elements; But mine must live, still to be plagued in hell. [The clock strikes twelve.] Oh, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, [Thunder and lightning.] O soul, be changed into little water-drops, Enter Devils My God! my God! look not so fierce on me! [Exeunt Devils with Faustus.] Enter Chorus 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 practice more than heavenly power permits. [Exit. K' ING EDWARD — FROM EDWARD THE SECOND› Who's there? what light is that? wherefore com'st thou? Lightborn-To comfort you, and bring you joyful news. King Edward— Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks. Lightborn To murder you, my most gracious lord! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. King Edward Weep'st thou already? List awhile to me: Lightborn- O villains! King Edward— And there in mire and puddle have I stood They give me bread and water, being a king: Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus And there unhorsed the Duke of Clermont. Lightborn Oh, speak no more, my lord! This breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. King Edward These looks of thine can harbor naught but death: Lightborn What means your Highness to mistrust me thus? What mean'st thou to dissemble with me thus? - King Edward Forgive my thought for having such a thought. But every joint shakes as I give it thee. [Giving jewel.} Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul. I feel a hell of grief! Where is my crown? Lightborn-You're overwatched, my lord: lie down and rest. But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep; No, no: for if thou mean'st to murder me, King Edward [waking] Lightborn Oh, let me not die yet! Oh, stay a while! King Edward Lightborn Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, Wherefore art thou come? King Edward— Lightborn Enter Matrevis and Gurney I am too weak and feeble to resist: Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul! King Edward Oh, spare me, or dispatch me in a trice. [Matrevis brings in a table.] |