<SPAN name="ACT4LK"></SPAN>
FAUSTUS. Now, Mephistophilis,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-139" name="noteref-139">139</SPAN> the restless course<br/>
That time doth run with calm and silent foot,<br/>
Shortening my days and thread of vital life,<br/>
Calls for the payment of my latest years:<br/>
Therefore, sweet Mephistophilis, let us<br/>
Make haste to Wertenberg.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. What, will you go on horse-back or on foot[?]<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Nay, till I'm past this fair and pleasant green,<br/>
I'll walk on foot.<br/>
<br/>
Enter a HORSE-COURSER.<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-140" name="noteref-140">140</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. I have been all this day seeking one Master Fustian:<br/>
mass, see where he is!—God save you, Master Doctor!<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. What, horse-courser! you are well met.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. Do you hear, sir? I have brought you forty dollars<br/>
for your horse.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. I cannot sell him so: if thou likest him for fifty, take<br/>
him.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. Alas, sir, I have no more!—I pray you, speak for<br/>
me.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. I pray you, let him have him: he is an honest fellow,<br/>
and he has a great charge, neither wife nor child.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Well, come, give me your money [HORSE-COURSER gives<br/>
FAUSTUS the money]: my boy will deliver him to you. But I must<br/>
tell you one thing before you have him; ride him not into the<br/>
water, at any hand.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. Why, sir, will he not drink of all waters?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. O, yes, he will drink of all waters; but ride him not<br/>
into the water: ride him over hedge or ditch, or where thou wilt,<br/>
but not into the water.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. Well, sir.—Now am I made man for ever: I'll not<br/>
leave my horse for forty:<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-141" name="noteref-141">141</SPAN> if he had but the quality of<br/>
hey-ding-ding, hey-ding-ding, I'd make a brave living on him:<br/>
he has a buttock as slick as an eel [Aside].—Well, God b'wi'ye,<br/>
sir: your boy will deliver him me: but, hark you, sir; if my horse<br/>
be sick or ill at ease, if I bring his water to you, you'll tell<br/>
me what it is?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Away, you villain! what, dost think I am a horse-doctor?<br/>
[Exit HORSE-COURSER.]<br/>
<br/>
What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn'd to die?<br/>
Thy fatal time doth draw to final end;<br/>
Despair doth drive distrust into<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-142" name="noteref-142">142</SPAN> my thoughts:<br/>
Confound these passions with a quiet sleep:<br/>
Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the Cross;<br/>
Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit.<br/>
[Sleeps in his chair.]<br/>
<br/>
Re-enter HORSE-COURSER, all wet, crying.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. Alas, alas! Doctor Fustian, quoth a? mass, Doctor<br/>
Lopus<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-143" name="noteref-143">143</SPAN> was never such a doctor: has given me a purgation, has<br/>
purged me of forty dollars; I shall never see them more. But yet,<br/>
like an ass as I was, I would not be ruled by him, for he bade me<br/>
I should ride him into no water: now I, thinking my horse had had<br/>
some rare quality that he would not have had me know of,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-144" name="noteref-144">144</SPAN> I,<br/>
like a venturous youth, rid him into the deep pond at the town's<br/>
end. I was no sooner in the middle of the pond, but my horse<br/>
vanished away, and I sat upon a bottle of hay, never so near<br/>
drowning in my life. But I'll seek out my doctor, and have my<br/>
forty dollars again, or I'll make it the dearest horse!—O,<br/>
yonder is his snipper-snapper.—Do you hear? you, hey-pass,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-145" name="noteref-145">145</SPAN><br/>
where's your master?<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Why, sir, what would you? you cannot speak with him.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. But I will speak with him.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Why, he's fast asleep: come some other time.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. I'll speak with him now, or I'll break his<br/>
glass-windows about his ears.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. I tell thee, he has not slept this eight nights.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. An he have not slept this eight weeks, I'll<br/>
speak with him.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. See, where he is, fast asleep.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. Ay, this is he.—God save you, Master Doctor,<br/>
Master Doctor, Master Doctor Fustian! forty dollars, forty dollars<br/>
for a bottle of hay!<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Why, thou seest he hears thee not.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. So-ho, ho! so-ho, ho! [Hollows in his ear.] No,<br/>
will you not wake? I'll make you wake ere I go. [Pulls FAUSTUS<br/>
by the leg, and pulls it away.] Alas, I am undone! what shall<br/>
I do?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. O, my leg, my leg!—Help, Mephistophilis! call the<br/>
officers.—My leg, my leg!<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Come, villain, to the constable.<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. O Lord, sir, let me go, and I'll give you forty<br/>
dollars more!<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Where be they?<br/>
<br/>
HORSE-COURSER. I have none about me: come to my ostry,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-146" name="noteref-146">146</SPAN><br/>
and I'll give them you.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Be gone quickly.<br/>
[HORSE-COURSER runs away.]<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. What, is he gone? farewell he! Faustus has his leg again,<br/>
and the Horse-courser, I take it, a bottle of hay for his labour:<br/>
well, this trick shall cost him forty dollars more.<br/>
<br/>
Enter WAGNER.<br/>
<br/>
How now, Wagner! what's the news with thee?<br/>
<br/>
WAGNER. Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreat your<br/>
company.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable gentleman, to whom<br/>
I must be no niggard of my cunning.<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-147" name="noteref-147">147</SPAN>—Come, Mephistophilis,<br/>
let's away to him.<br/>
[Exeunt.]<br/>
<br/>
Enter the DUKE OF VANHOLT, the DUCHESS, and FAUSTUS.<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-148" name="noteref-148">148</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
DUKE. Believe me, Master Doctor, this merriment hath much pleased<br/>
me.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. My gracious lord, I am glad it contents you so well.<br/>
—But it may be, madam, you take no delight in this. I have heard<br/>
that great-bellied women do long for some dainties or other: what<br/>
is it, madam? tell me, and you shall have it.<br/>
<br/>
DUCHESS. Thanks, good Master Doctor: and, for I see your courteous<br/>
intent to pleasure me, I will not hide from you the thing my heart<br/>
desires; and, were it now summer, as it is January and the dead<br/>
time of the winter, I would desire no better meat than a dish<br/>
of ripe grapes.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Alas, madam, that's nothing!—Mephistophilis, be gone.<br/>
[Exit MEPHISTOPHILIS.] Were it a greater thing than this, so it<br/>
would content you, you should have it.<br/>
<br/>
Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with grapes.<br/>
<br/>
Here they be, madam: wilt please you taste on them?<br/>
<br/>
DUKE. Believe me, Master Doctor, this makes me wonder above the<br/>
rest, that being in the dead time of winter and in the month of<br/>
January, how you should come by these grapes.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. If it like your grace, the year is divided into two<br/>
circles over the whole world, that, when it is here winter with<br/>
us, in the contrary circle it is summer with them, as in India,<br/>
Saba,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-149" name="noteref-149">149</SPAN> and farther countries in the east; and by means of a<br/>
swift spirit that I have, I had them brought hither, as you see.<br/>
—How do you like them, madam? be they good?<br/>
<br/>
DUCHESS. Believe me, Master Doctor, they be the best grapes that<br/>
e'er I tasted in my life before.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. I am glad they content you so, madam.<br/>
<br/>
DUKE. Come, madam, let us in, where you must well reward this<br/>
learned man for the great kindness he hath shewed to you.<br/>
<br/>
DUCHESS. And so I will, my lord; and, whilst I live, rest<br/>
beholding<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-150" name="noteref-150">150</SPAN> for this courtesy.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. I humbly thank your grace.<br/>
<br/>
DUKE. Come, Master Doctor, follow us, and receive your reward.<br/>
[Exeunt.]<br/>
<br/>
Enter WAGNER.<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-151" name="noteref-151">151</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
WAGNER. I think my master means to die shortly,<br/>
For he hath given to me all his goods:<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-152" name="noteref-152">152</SPAN><br/>
And yet, methinks, if that death were near,<br/>
He would not banquet, and carouse, and swill<br/>
Amongst the students, as even now he doth,<br/>
Who are at supper with such belly-cheer<br/>
As Wagner ne'er beheld in all his life.<br/>
See, where they come! belike the feast is ended.<br/>
[Exit.]<br/>
<br/>
Enter FAUSTUS with two or three SCHOLARS, and MEPHISTOPHILIS.<br/>
<br/>
FIRST SCHOLAR. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about<br/>
fair ladies, which was the beautifulest in all the world, we have<br/>
determined with ourselves that Helen of Greece was the admirablest<br/>
lady that ever lived: therefore, Master Doctor, if you will do us<br/>
that favour, as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom<br/>
all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much<br/>
beholding unto you.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen,<br/>
For that I know your friendship is unfeign'd,<br/>
And Faustus' custom is not to deny<br/>
The just requests of those that wish him well,<br/>
You shall behold that peerless dame of Greece,<br/>
No otherways for pomp and majesty<br/>
Than when Sir Paris cross'd the seas with her,<br/>
And brought the spoils to rich Dardania.<br/>
Be silent, then, for danger is in words.<br/>
[Music sounds, and HELEN passeth over the stage.] <SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-153" name="noteref-153">153</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
SECOND SCHOLAR. Too simple is my wit to tell her praise,<br/>
Whom all the world admires for majesty.<br/>
<br/>
THIRD SCHOLAR. No marvel though the angry Greeks pursu'd<br/>
With ten years' war the rape of such a queen,<br/>
Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare.<br/>
<br/>
FIRST SCHOLAR. Since we have seen the pride of Nature's works,<br/>
And only paragon of excellence,<br/>
Let us depart; and for this glorious deed<br/>
Happy and blest be Faustus evermore!<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, farewell: the same I wish to you.<br/>
[Exeunt SCHOLARS.]<br/>
<br/>
Enter an OLD MAN.<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-154" name="noteref-154">154</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
OLD MAN. Ah, Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail<br/>
To guide thy steps unto the way of life,<br/>
By which sweet path thou mayst attain the goal<br/>
That shall conduct thee to celestial rest!<br/>
Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears,<br/>
Tears falling from repentant heaviness<br/>
Of thy most vile<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-155" name="noteref-155">155</SPAN> and loathsome filthiness,<br/>
The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul<br/>
With such flagitious crimes of heinous sin<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-156" name="noteref-156">156</SPAN><br/>
As no commiseration may expel,<br/>
But mercy, Faustus, of thy Saviour sweet,<br/>
Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Where art thou, Faustus? wretch, what hast thou done?<br/>
Damn'd art thou, Faustus, damn'd; despair and die!<br/>
Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice<br/>
Says, "Faustus, come; thine hour is almost<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-157" name="noteref-157">157</SPAN> come;"<br/>
And Faustus now<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-158" name="noteref-158">158</SPAN> will come to do thee right.<br/>
[MEPHISTOPHILIS gives him a dagger.]<br/>
<br/>
OLD MAN. Ah, stay, good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps!<br/>
I see an angel hovers o'er thy head,<br/>
And, with a vial full of precious grace,<br/>
Offers to pour the same into thy soul:<br/>
Then call for mercy, and avoid despair.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Ah, my sweet friend, I feel<br/>
Thy words to comfort my distressed soul!<br/>
Leave me a while to ponder on my sins.<br/>
<br/>
OLD MAN. I go, sweet Faustus; but with heavy cheer,<br/>
Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul.<br/>
[Exit.]<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Accursed Faustus, where is mercy now?<br/>
I do repent; and yet I do despair:<br/>
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast:<br/>
What shall I do to shun the snares of death?<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul<br/>
For disobedience to my sovereign lord:<br/>
Revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy flesh.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord<br/>
To pardon my unjust presumption,<br/>
And with my blood again I will confirm<br/>
My former vow I made to Lucifer.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Do it, then, quickly,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-159" name="noteref-159">159</SPAN> with unfeigned heart,<br/>
Lest greater danger do attend thy drift.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Torment, sweet friend, that base and crooked age,<br/>
That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer,<br/>
With greatest torments that our hell affords.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. His faith is great; I cannot touch his soul;<br/>
But what I may afflict his body with<br/>
I will attempt, which is but little worth.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. One thing, good servant,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-160" name="noteref-160">160</SPAN> let me crave of thee,<br/>
To glut the longing of my heart's desire,—<br/>
That I might have unto my paramour<br/>
That heavenly Helen which I saw of late,<br/>
Whose sweet embracings may extinguish clean<br/>
Those<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-161" name="noteref-161">161</SPAN> thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,<br/>
And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer.<br/>
<br/>
MEPHIST. Faustus, this,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-162" name="noteref-162">162</SPAN> or what else thou shalt desire,<br/>
Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye.<br/>
<br/>
Re-enter HELEN.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,<br/>
And burnt the topless<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-163" name="noteref-163">163</SPAN> towers of Ilium—<br/>
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—<br/>
[Kisses her.]<br/>
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!—<br/>
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.<br/>
Here will I dwell, for heaven is<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-164" name="noteref-164">164</SPAN> in these lips,<br/>
And all is dross that is not Helena.<br/>
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,<br/>
Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd;<br/>
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,<br/>
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;<br/>
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,<br/>
And then return to Helen for a kiss.<br/>
O, thou art fairer than the evening air<br/>
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;<br/>
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter<br/>
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;<br/>
More lovely than the monarch of the sky<br/>
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;<br/>
And none but thou shalt<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-165" name="noteref-165">165</SPAN> be my paramour!<br/>
[Exeunt.]<br/>
<br/>
Enter the OLD MAN.<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-166" name="noteref-166">166</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
OLD MAN. Accursed Faustus, miserable man,<br/>
That from thy soul exclud'st the grace of heaven,<br/>
And fly'st the throne of his tribunal-seat!<br/>
<br/>
Enter DEVILS.<br/>
<br/>
Satan begins to sift me with his pride:<br/>
As in this furnace God shall try my faith,<br/>
My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee.<br/>
Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smile<br/>
At your repulse, and laugh your state to scorn!<br/>
Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God.<br/>
[Exeunt,—on one side, DEVILS, on the other, OLD MAN.]<br/>
<br/>
Enter FAUSTUS,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-167" name="noteref-167">167</SPAN> with SCHOLARS.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Ah, gentlemen!<br/>
<br/>
FIRST SCHOLAR. What ails Faustus?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee,<br/>
then had I lived still! but now I die eternally. Look, comes<br/>
he not? comes he not?<br/>
<br/>
SECOND SCHOLAR. What means Faustus?<br/>
<br/>
THIRD SCHOLAR. Belike he is grown into some sickness by being<br/>
over-solitary.<br/>
<br/>
FIRST SCHOLAR. If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him.<br/>
—'Tis but a surfeit; never fear, man.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body<br/>
and soul.<br/>
<br/>
SECOND SCHOLAR. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's<br/>
mercies are infinite.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent<br/>
that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. Ah, gentlemen,<br/>
hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! Though<br/>
my heart pants and quivers to remember that I have been a student<br/>
here these thirty years, O, would I had never seen Wertenberg,<br/>
never read book! and what wonders I have done, all Germany can<br/>
witness, yea, all the world; for which Faustus hath lost both<br/>
Germany and the world, yea, heaven itself, heaven, the seat of<br/>
God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy; and must<br/>
remain in hell for ever, hell, ah, hell, for ever! Sweet friends,<br/>
what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever?<br/>
<br/>
THIRD SCHOLAR. Yet, Faustus, call on God.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. On God, whom Faustus hath abjured! on God, whom Faustus<br/>
hath blasphemed! Ah, my God, I would weep! but the devil draws in<br/>
my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears! yea, life and soul!<br/>
O, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands; but see, they<br/>
hold them, they hold them!<br/>
<br/>
ALL. Who, Faustus?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Lucifer and Mephistophilis. Ah, gentlemen, I gave them<br/>
my soul for my cunning!<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-168" name="noteref-168">168</SPAN><br/>
<br/>
ALL. God forbid!<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. God forbade it, indeed; but Faustus hath done it: for<br/>
vain pleasure of twenty-four years hath Faustus lost eternal joy<br/>
and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the date<br/>
is expired; the time will come, and he will fetch me.<br/>
<br/>
FIRST SCHOLAR. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-169" name="noteref-169">169</SPAN><br/>
that divines might have prayed for thee?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Oft have I thought to have done so; but the devil<br/>
threatened to tear me in pieces, if I named God, to fetch both<br/>
body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis too<br/>
late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me.<br/>
<br/>
SECOND SCHOLAR. O, what shall we do to save<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-170" name="noteref-170">170</SPAN> Faustus?<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart.<br/>
<br/>
THIRD SCHOLAR. God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus.<br/>
<br/>
FIRST SCHOLAR. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the<br/>
next room, and there pray for him.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever<br/>
ye hear,<SPAN style="display:none" href="#note-171" name="noteref-171">171</SPAN> come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.<br/>
<br/>
SECOND SCHOLAR. Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have<br/>
mercy upon thee.<br/>
<br/>
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, I'll visit<br/>
you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell.<br/>
<br/>
ALL. Faustus, farewell.<br/>
[Exeunt SCHOLARS.—The clock strikes eleven.]<br/>
<br/>
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