| What god can hurt thee, Faustus? |
| Thou art safe
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| Cast no more doubts. |
| Come, Mephistophilis
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| And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;
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| Is’t not midnight? |
| Come, Mephistophilis
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| Veni, veni, Mephistophile!
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| (Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS)
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| Now tell me what says Lucifer, thy lord?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives
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| So he will buy my service with his soul
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| FAUSTUS: Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: But, Faustus, thou must bequeath it solemnly
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| And write a deed of gift with thine own blood;
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| For that security craves great Lucifer
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| If thou deny it, I will back to hell
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| FAUSTUS: Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul
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| Do thy lord?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Enlarge his kingdom
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| FAUSTUS: Is that the reason why he tempts us thus?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris
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| FAUSTUS: Why, have you any pain that torture others?!
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: As great as have the human souls of men
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| But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul?
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| And I will be thy slave, and wait on thee
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| And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask
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| FAUSTUS: Ay, Mephistophilis, I give it thee
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Then, Faustus, stab thine arm courageously
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| And bind thy soul, that at some certain day
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| Great Lucifer may claim it as his own;
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| And then be thou as great as Lucifer
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| FAUSTUS: Mephistophilis, for love of thee
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| I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood
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| Assure my soul to be great Lucifer’s
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| Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
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| View here the blood that trickles from mine arm
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| And let it be propitious for my wish
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: But, Faustus, thou must
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| Write it in manner of a deed of gift
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| (Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with DEVILS, who give crowns and rich apparel to
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| FAUSTUS, dance, and then depart)
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| FAUSTUS: Speak, Mephistophilis, what means this show?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Nothing, Faustus, but to delight thy mind withal
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| And to shew thee what magic can perform
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| FAUSTUS: But may I raise up spirits when I please?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Ay, Faustus, and do greater things than these
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| FAUSTUS: Then there’s enough for a thousand souls
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| Here, Mephistophilis, receive this scroll
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| A deed of gift of body and of soul:
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| But yet conditionally that thou perform
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| All articles prescrib’d between us both
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Faustus, I swear by hell and Lucifer
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| To effect all promises between us made!
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| FAUSTUS: Then hear me read them. |
| On these conditions
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| Following. |
| First, that Faustus may be a spirit in form and
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| Substance. |
| Secondly, that Mephistophilis shall be his servant, and at his
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| command. |
| Thirdly, that Mephistophilis shall do for him, and bring him
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| whatsoever he desires. |
| Fourthly, that he shall be in his chamber or house
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| invisible. |
| Lastly, that he shall appear to the said John Faustus, at all times,
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| in what form or shape so ever he please. |
| I, John Faustus, of Wertenberg,
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| doctor, by these presents, do give both body and soul to Lucifer Prince of The
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| East, and his minister Mephistophilis (…)
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed?
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| FAUSTUS: Ay, take it, and the devil give thee good on’t!
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Now, Faustus, ask what thou wilt
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| FAUSTUS: First will I question with thee about hell
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| Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Under the heavens
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| FAUSTUS: Ay, but whereabout?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Within the bowels of these elements
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| Where we are tortur’d and remain for ever:
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| Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d
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| In one self place; |
| for where we are is hell
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| And where hell is, there must we ever be:
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| And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves
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| And every creature shall be purified
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| All places shall be hell that are not heaven
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| FAUSTUS: Come, I think hell’s a fable
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Ay, think so still, till experience change thy mind
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| FAUSTUS: Why, think’st thou, then, that Faustus shall be damn’d?
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: Ay, of necessity, for here’s the scroll
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| Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer
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| FAUSTUS: Ay, and body too: but what of that?
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| Think’st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine
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| That, after this life, there is any pain?
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| Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales
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| MEPHISTOPHILIS: But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the contrary
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| For I am damn’d, and am now in hell * |