Post by Andrew on Jul 5, 2012 6:28:03 GMT -10
MEPHIST. So now Faustus, ask what thou wilt.
FAUSTUS. First will I question with thee about hell.
Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?
MEPHIST. Under the heavens.
FAUSTUS. Ay, so are all things else, but whereabouts?
MEPHIST. Within the bowels of these elements,
Where we are tortured and remain for ever:
Hell hath no limits nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there must we ever be.
And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.
FAUSTUS. Come, I think hell's a fable.
MEPHIST. Ay, think so still - till experience change thy mind!
FAUSTUS. Why, think'st thou, that Faustus shall be damned?
MEPHIST. Ay, of necessity, for here's the scroll
Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer.
FAUSTUS. Ay, and body too; but what of that?
Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine
That, after this life, there is any pain?
No, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales.
MEPHIST. But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the contrary,
For I tell thee, I am damned, and am now in hell.
FAUSTUS. How! Now in hell!
Nay, and this be hell, I'll willingly be damned-
What! Sleeping, eating, walking, disputing?
But, leaving this, let me have a wife, the fairest
maid in Germany, for I am wanton and lascivious,
And cannot live without a wife.
MEPHIST. How! a wife! I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife.
FAUSTUS. Nay, sweet Mephistopheles, fetch me one, for I will have one.
MEPHIST. Well Faustus, thou shalt have one? Sit there till I come: I'll fetch thee a wife in the devil's name. [Exit.]
Re-enter MEPHISTOPHELES with a DEVIL dressed like a WOMAN, with fire-works.
MEPHIST. Tell me, Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife?
FAUSTUS. What sight is this?
MEPHIST. Now Faustus, wilt thou have no wife?
FAUSTUS. A plague on her for a hot whore! No. I’ll no wife.
MEPHIST. Tsk tsk, Faustus,
Marriage is but a ceremonial toy, [Exit Devil]
And if thou lovest me, think no more of it.
I'll cut thee out the fairest courtesans,
And bring them every morning to thy bed:
She whom thine eye shall like thy heart shall have,
Be she as chaste as was Penelope,
As wise as Saba, or as beautiful
As was bright Lucifer before his fall.
Here, take this book, peruse it thoroughly. [Gives book.]
The iterating of these lines brings gold;
The framing of this circle on the ground
Brings thunder, whirlwinds, tempests, storm and lightning;
Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,
And men in armor shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou command’st.
FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistopheles for this sweet book
wherein I might behold all spells and incantations, that I
might raise up spirits when I please.
MEPHIST. Here they are in this book. [Turns to them.]
FAUSTUS. Now would I have a book where I might see all characters and planets of the heavens, that I might know their motions and dispositions.
MEPHIST. Here they are too. [Turns to them.]
FAUSTUS. Nay, let me have one book more,--and then I have done,-- wherein I might see all plants, herbs, and trees that grow upon the earth.
MEPHIST. Here they be.
FAUSTUS. Thanks Mephistopheles for this sweet book. This will I keep as
charry as my life.
MEPHIST. Tsk, I warrant thee. [Turns to them.]
FAUSTUS. First will I question with thee about hell.
Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?
MEPHIST. Under the heavens.
FAUSTUS. Ay, so are all things else, but whereabouts?
MEPHIST. Within the bowels of these elements,
Where we are tortured and remain for ever:
Hell hath no limits nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there must we ever be.
And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.
FAUSTUS. Come, I think hell's a fable.
MEPHIST. Ay, think so still - till experience change thy mind!
FAUSTUS. Why, think'st thou, that Faustus shall be damned?
MEPHIST. Ay, of necessity, for here's the scroll
Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer.
FAUSTUS. Ay, and body too; but what of that?
Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine
That, after this life, there is any pain?
No, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales.
MEPHIST. But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the contrary,
For I tell thee, I am damned, and am now in hell.
FAUSTUS. How! Now in hell!
Nay, and this be hell, I'll willingly be damned-
What! Sleeping, eating, walking, disputing?
But, leaving this, let me have a wife, the fairest
maid in Germany, for I am wanton and lascivious,
And cannot live without a wife.
MEPHIST. How! a wife! I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife.
FAUSTUS. Nay, sweet Mephistopheles, fetch me one, for I will have one.
MEPHIST. Well Faustus, thou shalt have one? Sit there till I come: I'll fetch thee a wife in the devil's name. [Exit.]
Re-enter MEPHISTOPHELES with a DEVIL dressed like a WOMAN, with fire-works.
MEPHIST. Tell me, Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife?
FAUSTUS. What sight is this?
MEPHIST. Now Faustus, wilt thou have no wife?
FAUSTUS. A plague on her for a hot whore! No. I’ll no wife.
MEPHIST. Tsk tsk, Faustus,
Marriage is but a ceremonial toy, [Exit Devil]
And if thou lovest me, think no more of it.
I'll cut thee out the fairest courtesans,
And bring them every morning to thy bed:
She whom thine eye shall like thy heart shall have,
Be she as chaste as was Penelope,
As wise as Saba, or as beautiful
As was bright Lucifer before his fall.
Here, take this book, peruse it thoroughly. [Gives book.]
The iterating of these lines brings gold;
The framing of this circle on the ground
Brings thunder, whirlwinds, tempests, storm and lightning;
Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,
And men in armor shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou command’st.
FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistopheles for this sweet book
wherein I might behold all spells and incantations, that I
might raise up spirits when I please.
MEPHIST. Here they are in this book. [Turns to them.]
FAUSTUS. Now would I have a book where I might see all characters and planets of the heavens, that I might know their motions and dispositions.
MEPHIST. Here they are too. [Turns to them.]
FAUSTUS. Nay, let me have one book more,--and then I have done,-- wherein I might see all plants, herbs, and trees that grow upon the earth.
MEPHIST. Here they be.
FAUSTUS. Thanks Mephistopheles for this sweet book. This will I keep as
charry as my life.
MEPHIST. Tsk, I warrant thee. [Turns to them.]
