Enter Faustus and Mephistophilis.
Having now, my good Mephistophilis,
Past with delight the stately town of Trier,
825Environed round with airy mountain tops,
With walls of flint, and deep entrenched lakes,
Not to be won by any conquering prince,
From Paris next coasting the realm of France,
We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine,
830Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines.
Then up to Naples, rich Campania,
Whose buildings faire and gorgeous to the eye,
The streets straight forth, and paved with finest brick,
Quarter the town in four equivalents.
835There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb,
The way he cut an English mile in length,
Thorough a rock of stone in one night's space.
From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest,
In midst of which a sumptuous temple stands,
840That threats the stars with her aspiring top.
Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time,
But tell me now, what resting place is this?
Hast thou as erst I did command,
Conducted me within the walls of Rome?
Faustus, I have, and because we will not be unpro-
vided, I have taken up his Holiness' privy-chamber for
I hope his Holiness will bid us welcome.
Tut, 'tis no matter man, we'll be bold with his good cheer. 850And now, my Faustus, that thou may'st perceive
What Rome containeth to delight thee with,
Know that this city stands upon seven hills
That underprop the groundwork of the same.
Over the which four stately bridges lean,
855That makes safe passage to each part of Rome.
Upon the bridge called Ponto Angelo,
Erected is a castle passing strong,
Within whose walls such store of ordinance are,
And double canons, framed of carved brass,
860As match the days within one complete year,
Besides the gates and high pyramids,
Which Julius Caesar brought from Africa.
Now by the kingdoms of infernal rule,
Of Styx, Acheron, and the fiery lake
865Of ever-burning Phlegiton I swear,
That I do long to see the monuments
And situation of bright splendant Rome.
Come therefore, let's away.
Nay, Faustus, stay; I know you'd fain see the Pope,
870And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
Where thou shalt see a troupe of bald-pate friars,
Whose summum bonum is in belly-cheer.
Well, I am content, to compass then some sport,
And by their folly make us merriment.
Then charm me that I may be invisible, to do what I
please unseen of any whilst I stay in Rome.
So, Faustus, now do what thou wilt, thou shalt not
Sound a sennet. Enter the Pope and the Cardinal of Lorrain
to the banquet, with Friars attending.
My Lord of Lorraine, wilt please you draw near.
Fall to, and the devil choke you an you spare.
How now! Who's that which spoke? Friars, look
Here's nobody if it like your Holiness.
My Lord, here is a dainty dish was sent me from
the Bishop of Milan.
I thank you sir. Snatches it.
How now! Who's that which snatched the meat
from me? Will no man look?
My Lord, this dish was sent me from the Cardinal of Flo-
You say true; I'll ha't.
What again? My Lord, I'll drink to your grace.
I'll pledge your grace.
My Lord, it may be some ghost newly crept out of
purgatory, come to beg a pardon of your Holiness.
It may be so. Friars, prepare a dirge to lay the fury
of this ghost. Once again, my lord, fall to.
The Pope crosseth himself.
What, are you crossing of your self?
Well, use that trick no more, I would advise you.
The Pope crosseshimself again.
Well, there's the second time, aware the third,
I give you faire warning.
The Pope crosses himself again, and Faustus hits him a box of the ear;
and they all run away.
Come on, Mephistophilis, what shall we do?
Nay, I know not. We shall be cursed with bell, book,
How? bell, book, and candle, candle, book, and bell,
Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell.
Anon you shall hear a hog grunt, a calf bleat, and an
ass bray, because it is Saint Peter's holy day.
Enter all the Friars to sing the Dirge.
Come, brethren, let's about our business with good
devotion. They sing.
Cursed be he that stole away his Holiness' meat
from the table. Maledicat Dominus.
920Cursed be he that struck his Holiness a blow on the face.
Cursed be he that took Friar Sandelo a blow on the pate.
Cursed be he that disturbeth our holy Dirge.
Cursed be he that took away his Holiness' wine.
Et omnes sancti. Amen.
Faustus and Mephistophilis beat the Friars, and fling fire=works among
them; and so exeunt.
When Faustus had with pleasure ta'en the view
Of rarest things, and royal courts of kings,
He stayed his course, and so returned home,
935Where such as bear his absence, but with grief,
I mean his friends and nearest companions,
Did gratulate his safety with kind words,
And in their conference of what befell,
Touching his journey through the world and air,
940They put forth questions of astrology,
Which Faustus answered with such learned skill,
As they admired and wondered at his wit.
Now is his fame spread forth in every land;
Amongst the rest the Emperor is one,
945Carolus the fifth, at whose palace now
Faustus is feasted 'mongst his noblemen.
What there he did in trial of his art,
I leave untold your eyes shall see perform'd