Post by Kipuka Theatre Admin on Jun 27, 2012 8:23:07 GMT -10
Enter two SCHOLARS.
1 SCHOLAR. I wonder what's become of Faustus, that was wont to make our schools ring with sic probo.
2 SCHOLAR. That shall we presently know. Here comes his boy.
Enter WAGNER.
1 SCHOLAR. How now, sirrah!, where's thy master?
WAGNER. God in heaven knows.
2 SCHOLAR. Why, dost not thou know then?
WAGNER. Yes, I know, but that follows not.
1 SCHOLAR. Go to, sirrah!, leave your jesting and tell us where he is.
WAGNER. That follows not by force of argument, which you, being licentiates, should stand upon; therefore acknowledge your error, and be attentive.
2 SCHOLAR. Why, didst thou not say thou knewest?
WAGNER. Have you any witness of it?
1 SCHOLAR. Yes, sirrah, I heard you.
WAGNER. Ask my fellow if I be a liar.
2 SCHOLAR. Then you will not tell us.(?)
WAGNER. You are deceived, for I will tell you. Yet, if you were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question. For is not he corpus naturale? And is not that mobile? Then wherefore should you ask me such a question? But that I am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery-to love, I would say-it were not for you to come within forty feet of the place of execution-although I do not doubt to see you both hanged the next sessions. Thus having triumphed over you, I will set my countenance like a precisian and begin to speak thus: Truly, my dear brethren, my master is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine, if it could speak would inform your worships; and so, the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear brethren, my dear brethren!
[Exit.]
1 SCHOLAR. O Faustus, then I fear that which I have long suspected, that thou art fallen into that damnèd art for which they two are infamous through the world.
2 SCHOLAR. Were he a stranger, and not allied to me, the danger of his soul would make me mourn. But come, let us go and inform the rector, and see if he by his grave counsel can reclaim him.
1 SCHOLAR. O, but I fear me nothing can reclaim him now!
2 SCHOLAR. Yet let us try what we can do.
[Exeunt.]
1 SCHOLAR. I wonder what's become of Faustus, that was wont to make our schools ring with sic probo.
2 SCHOLAR. That shall we presently know. Here comes his boy.
Enter WAGNER.
1 SCHOLAR. How now, sirrah!, where's thy master?
WAGNER. God in heaven knows.
2 SCHOLAR. Why, dost not thou know then?
WAGNER. Yes, I know, but that follows not.
1 SCHOLAR. Go to, sirrah!, leave your jesting and tell us where he is.
WAGNER. That follows not by force of argument, which you, being licentiates, should stand upon; therefore acknowledge your error, and be attentive.
2 SCHOLAR. Why, didst thou not say thou knewest?
WAGNER. Have you any witness of it?
1 SCHOLAR. Yes, sirrah, I heard you.
WAGNER. Ask my fellow if I be a liar.
2 SCHOLAR. Then you will not tell us.(?)
WAGNER. You are deceived, for I will tell you. Yet, if you were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question. For is not he corpus naturale? And is not that mobile? Then wherefore should you ask me such a question? But that I am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery-to love, I would say-it were not for you to come within forty feet of the place of execution-although I do not doubt to see you both hanged the next sessions. Thus having triumphed over you, I will set my countenance like a precisian and begin to speak thus: Truly, my dear brethren, my master is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine, if it could speak would inform your worships; and so, the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear brethren, my dear brethren!
[Exit.]
1 SCHOLAR. O Faustus, then I fear that which I have long suspected, that thou art fallen into that damnèd art for which they two are infamous through the world.
2 SCHOLAR. Were he a stranger, and not allied to me, the danger of his soul would make me mourn. But come, let us go and inform the rector, and see if he by his grave counsel can reclaim him.
1 SCHOLAR. O, but I fear me nothing can reclaim him now!
2 SCHOLAR. Yet let us try what we can do.
[Exeunt.]