Ther. My lord, you must obey his majesty, Since fate commands and proud necessity.

Amy. Heavens witness me with what a broken heart And damned spirit I ascend this seat,

And send my soul, before my father die,

His anguish and his burning agony !

[They crown Aмmyras.

Tamb. Now fetch the hearse of fair Zenocrate; Let it be placed by this my fatal chair,

And serve as parcel of my funeral.

Usum. Then feels your majesty no sovereign ease, Nor may our hearts, all drowned in tears of blood, Joy any hope of your recovery?

Tamb. Casane, no; the monarch of the earth, And eyeless monster that torments my soul, Cannot behold the tears ye shed for me,

And therefore still augments his cruelty.

Tech. Then let some God oppose his holy power Against the wrath and tyranny of Death,

That his tear-thirsty and unquenchèd hate

May be upon himself reverberate !

[They bring in the hearse of ZENOCRATE. Tamb. Now eyes enjoy your latest benefit, And when my soul hath virtue of your sight, Pierce through the coffin and the sheet of gold, And glut your longings with a heaven of joy. So reign, my son; scourge and control those slaves, Guiding thy chariot with thy father's hand.

As precious is the charge thou undertakest

As that which Clymene's brain-sick son did guide,
When wandering Phoebe's ivory cheeks were scorched,
And all the earth, like Etna, breathing fire;

Be warned by him, then; learn with awful eye
To sway a throne as dangerous as his;

For if thy body thrive not full of thoughts
As pure and fiery as Phyteus' beams,
The nature of these proud rebelling jades
Will take occasion by the slenderest hair,
And draw thee piecemeal like Hippolitus,

Through rocks more steep and sharp than Caspian clifts.
The nature of thy chariot will not bear

A guide of baser temper than myself,

More than Heaven's coach the pride of Phaeton.
Farewell, my boys; my dearest friends farewell!
My body feels, my soul doth weep to see
Your sweet desires deprived my company,

For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God, must die.

[He dies. Amy. Meet Heaven and Earth, and here let all things

end,

For Earth hath spent the pride of all her fruit,
And Heaven consumed his choicest living fire.
Let Earth and Heaven his timeless 2 death deplore,
For both their worths will equal him no more.

HE earliest known edition of The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus is that of 1604; there is a second edition with date of 1609, agreeing in almost every particular with the first; a third edition with new scenes and many alterations, was published in 1616. The text here given is that of 1604, with some readings adopted from the edition of 1616, in general agreement with the texts of Dyce and Bullen. It is very doubtful if any of the additions in the edition of 1616 are by Marlowe ; Mr. Bullen thinks that some of them are. They are often ingenious, and sometimes they are improvements. They appear to be written by a clever and facile imitator of Marlowe's style. The comic additions are taken from the prose History of the damnable Life and deserved Death of Dr. John Faustus; the serious additions are closely moulded on Marlowe's early work. We know that in 1602 William Bride and Samuel Rowley received four pounds for making "adicyones" to Faustus. I have retained the

excellent plan, introduced by Professor Ward and adopted by Mr. Bullen, of dividing the play into scenes only: it is a dramatic poem rather than a regular drama.