Post by Kipuka Theatre Admin on Jul 10, 2012 7:01:44 GMT -10
Sound a Sonnet. Enter MEPHISTOPHELES and FAUSTUS.
MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth.
The sleepy cardinals are hard at hand
To censure Bruno, that is posted hence,
And on a proud-paced steed, as swift as thought,
Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany,
There to salute the woeful Emperor.
FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth today,
That slept both Bruno and his crown away.
But now, that Faustus may delight his mind
And by their folly make some merriment,
Sweet Mephistopheles, so charm me here
That I may walk invisible to all
And do whate'er I please unseen of any.
MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt. Then kneel down presently:
Whilst on thy head I lay my hand
And charm thee with this magic wand,
First wear this girdle; then appear
Invisible to all are here.
The planets seven, the gloomy air,
Hell and the Furies' forked hair,
Pluto's blue fire, and Hecate's tree.
With magic spells so compass thee
That no eye may thy body see.
So Faustus. Now for all their holiness,
Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not be discerned.
FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistopheles. Now friars take heed
Lest Faustus make your shaven crowns to bleed
MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth.
The sleepy cardinals are hard at hand
To censure Bruno, that is posted hence,
And on a proud-paced steed, as swift as thought,
Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany,
There to salute the woeful Emperor.
FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth today,
That slept both Bruno and his crown away.
But now, that Faustus may delight his mind
And by their folly make some merriment,
Sweet Mephistopheles, so charm me here
That I may walk invisible to all
And do whate'er I please unseen of any.
MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt. Then kneel down presently:
Whilst on thy head I lay my hand
And charm thee with this magic wand,
First wear this girdle; then appear
Invisible to all are here.
The planets seven, the gloomy air,
Hell and the Furies' forked hair,
Pluto's blue fire, and Hecate's tree.
With magic spells so compass thee
That no eye may thy body see.
So Faustus. Now for all their holiness,
Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not be discerned.
FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistopheles. Now friars take heed
Lest Faustus make your shaven crowns to bleed