Enter Wagner, solus.
I think my master means to die shortly,
For he hath given to me all his goods,
1270And yet me thinks, if that death were near,
He would not banquet, and carouse, and swill
Amongst the students, as even now he doth,
Who are at supper with such belly-cheer,
As Wagner never beheld in all his life.
1275See where they come. Belike the feast is ended.
Enter Faustus, with two or three Scholars
Master Doctor Faustas, since our conference a-
bout faire ladies, which was the beautiful'st in all the world,
we have determined with our selves, that Helen of Greece
was the admirabl'st Lady that ever lived. Therefore, Master
Doctor, if you will do us that favor, as to let us see that peer-
less Dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for ma-
jesty, we should think our selves much beholding unto
Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is un-
fained, and Faustus custom is not to deny the just requests
of those that wish him well, you shall behold that peerless
dame of Greece, no otherwise for pomp and majesty, then
when sir Paris crossed the seas with her and brought the spoils
to rich Dardania. Be silent then, for danger is in words.
Music sounds, and Helen passeth over the stage.
Too simple is my wit to tell her praise,
Whom all the world admires for majesty.
No marvel though the angry Greeks pursued
1295With ten years war the rape of such a queen,
Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare.
Since we have seen the pride of nature's works,
And only paragon of excellence, Enter an Old Man.
Let us depart, and for this glorious deed
1300Happy and blest be Faustus evermore.
Gentlemen, Farewell, the same I wish to you.
Ah, Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail
To guide thy steps unto the way of life,
1305By which sweet path thou maist attain the goal
That shall conduct thee to celestial rest.
Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears,
Tears falling from repentant heaviness
Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness,
1310The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul
With such flagitious crimes of heinous sins,
As no commiseration may expel,
But mercy, Faustus, of thy Savior sweet,
Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt.
1315Where art thou, Faustus? Wretch, what hast thou done?
Damned art thou, Faustus, damned, despair and die;
Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice
Says, Faustus, come! thine hour is come. Mephistophilis gives him a dagger.
And Faustus— will come to do thee right.
1320Ah stay, good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps.
I see an angel hovers ore thy head,
And, with a vial full of precious grace,
Offers to pour the same into thy soul;
Then call for mercy and avoid despair.
1325Ah, my sweet friend, I feel thy words
To comfort my distressed soul;
Leave me a while to ponder on my sins.
I go, sweet Faustus, but with heavy cheer,
Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul.
1330Accursed Faustus, where is mercy now?
I do repent, and yet I do despair.
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast;
What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul
1335For disobedience to my sovereign lord.
Revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy flesh.
Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord
To pardon my unjust presumption,
And with my blood again I will confirm
1340My former vow I made to Lucifer.
Do it then quickly, with unfained heart,
Lest greater danger do attend thy drift.
Torment, sweet friend, that base and crooked age,
That dar'st dissuade me from thy Lucifer,
1345With greatest torments that our hell affords.
His faith is great, I cannot touch his soul,
But what I may afflict his body with,
I will attempt, which is but little worth.
One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee:
1350To glut the longing of my heart's desire,
That I might have unto my paramour,
That heavenly Helen which I saw of late,
Whose sweet embracings may extinguish clean
These thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,
1355And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer.
Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire,
Shall be performed in twinkling of an eye. Enter Helen.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
1360Sweet 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 be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena. Enter Old man
1365I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy shall Wertenberg be sacked,
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
1370And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air,
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars,
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter,
when he appeared to hapless Semele,
1375More lovely then the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azured arms,
And none but thou shalt be my paramour. Exeunt.
Accursed Faustus, miserable man,
That from thy soul exclud'st the grace of heaven,
1380And fly'st the throne of his tribunal seat,
Enter the Devils.
Satan begins to sift me with his pride:
As in this furnace God shall try my faith,
My faith, vile fuel, shall triumph over thee.
1385Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smiles
At your repulse, and laughs your state to scorn.
Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God.Exeunt.