Post by Andrew on Jul 30, 2012 6:53:13 GMT -10
[4.3] Enter Benvolio, Martino, Frederick, and Soldiers.
MARTINO. Nay, sweet Benvolio, let us sway thy thoughts
From this attempt against the conjurer.
BENVOLIO. Away! you love me not to urge me thus.
Shall I let slip so great an injury,
When every servile groom jests at my wrongs
And in their rustic gambols proudly say,
'Benvolio's head was graced with horns today'?
O, may these eyelids never close again
Till with my sword I have that conjurer slain.
If you will aid me in this enterprise,
Then draw your weapons and be resolute.
If not, depart. Here will Benvolio die,
But Faustus' death shall quit my infamy.
FREDERICK. Nay, we will stay with thee, betide what may.
KUROGO. And kill the doctor if he come this way.
BENVOLIO. Then, gentle Frederick, hie thee to the grove,
And place our servants and our followers
Close in an ambush there behind the trees.
By this (I know) the conjurer is near.
I saw him kneel and kiss the Emperor's hand
And take his leave, laden with rich rewards.
Then, soldiers, boldly fight. If Faustus die,
Take you the wealth; leave us the victory.
FREDERICK. Come, soldiers. Follow me unto the grove.
Who kills him shall have gold and endless love.
Exit Frederick with the Soldiers.
BENVOLIO. My head is lighter than it was by th' horns,
But yet my heart's more ponderous than my head
And pants until I see that conjurer dead.
MARTINO. Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio?
BENVOLIO. Here will we stay to bide the first assault.
O, were that damned hellhound but in place,
Thou soon shouldst see me quit my foul disgrace.
Enter Frederick.
FREDERICK. Close, close, the conjurer is at hand
And all alone comes walking in his gown.
Be ready then, and strike the peasant down.
BENVOLIO. Mine be that honour then. Now, sword, strike home.
For horns he gave I'll have his head anon.
Enter Faustus, with the false head.
MARTINO. See, see, he comes.
BENVOLIO. No words! This blow ends all.
Hell take his soul; his body thus must fall.
FAUSTUS. Oh!
FREDERICK. Groan you, master doctor?
BENVOLIO. Break may his heart with groans! Dear Frederick,
See, thus will I end his griefs immediately.
MARTINO. Strike with a willing hand. His head is off.
BENVOLIO. The devil's dead. The Furies now may laugh.
FREDERICK. Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown,
Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits
Tremble and quake at his commanding charms?
MARTINO. Was this that damned head whose art conspired
Benvolio's shame before the Emperor?
BENVOLIO. Ay, that's the head, and here the body lies,
Justly rewarded for his villainies.
FREDERICK. Come, let's devise how we may add more shame
To the black scandal of his hated name.
BENVOLIO. First, on his head, in quittance of my wrongs,
I'll nail huge forked horns and let them hang
Within the window where he yoked me first,
That all the world may see my just revenge.
MARTINO. What use shall we put his beard to?
BENVOLIO. We'll sell it to a chimney sweeper. It will wear out ten birchen
brooms, I warrant you.
FREDERICK. What shall eyes do?
BENVOLIO. We'll put out his eyes, and they shall serve for buttons to his
lips to keep his tongue from catching cold.
MARTINO. An excellent policy! And now, sirs, having divided him, what shall
the body do?
Faustus stands up.
BENVOLIO. Zounds, the devil's alive again!
FREDERICK. Give him his head, for God's sake.
FAUSTUS. Nay, keep it. Faustus will have heads and hands,
Ay, all your hearts, to recompense this deed.
Knew you not, traitors, I was limited
For twenty-four years to breathe on the earth?
And had you cut my body with your swords,
Or hewed this flesh and bones as small as sand,
Yet in a minute had my spirit returned,
And I had breathed a man made free from harm.
But wherefore do I dally my revenge?
Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistopheles!
Enter Mephistopheles and other devils.
Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,
And mount aloft with them as high as heaven;
Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell.
Yet stay. The world shall see their misery,
And hell shall after plague their treachery.
Go, Belimoth, and take this caitiff hence,
And hurl him in some lake of mud and dirt.
Take thou this other; drag him through the woods
Amongst the pricking thorns and sharpest briars,
Whilst with my gentle Mephastophilis
This traitor flies unto some steepy rock
That, rolling down, may break the villain's bones
As he intended to dismember me.
Fly hence. Dispatch my charge immediately.
FREDERICK. Pity us, gentle Faustus. Save our lives.
FAUSTUS. Away!
[Exeunt Spirits with the Knights.]
Enter the ambushed Soldiers.
1 SOLDIER. Come, sirs, prepare yourselves in readiness.
Make haste to help these noble gentlemen; I heard them parley
with the conjurer.
2 SOLDIER. See where he comes. Dispatch and kill the slave.
FAUSTUS. What's here? an ambush to betray my life?
Then, Faustus, try thy skill. Base peasants, stand,
For lo, these trees remove at my command
And stand as bulwarks 'twixt yourselves and me,
To shield me from your hated treachery.
Yet to encounter this your weak attempt,
Behold an army comes incontinent.
Faustus strikes the door, and enter a devil playing on a drum, after him another bearing
an ensign, and divers with weapons, Mephistopheles with fireworks. They set upon the soldiers, and drive them out.
MARTINO. Nay, sweet Benvolio, let us sway thy thoughts
From this attempt against the conjurer.
BENVOLIO. Away! you love me not to urge me thus.
Shall I let slip so great an injury,
When every servile groom jests at my wrongs
And in their rustic gambols proudly say,
'Benvolio's head was graced with horns today'?
O, may these eyelids never close again
Till with my sword I have that conjurer slain.
If you will aid me in this enterprise,
Then draw your weapons and be resolute.
If not, depart. Here will Benvolio die,
But Faustus' death shall quit my infamy.
FREDERICK. Nay, we will stay with thee, betide what may.
KUROGO. And kill the doctor if he come this way.
BENVOLIO. Then, gentle Frederick, hie thee to the grove,
And place our servants and our followers
Close in an ambush there behind the trees.
By this (I know) the conjurer is near.
I saw him kneel and kiss the Emperor's hand
And take his leave, laden with rich rewards.
Then, soldiers, boldly fight. If Faustus die,
Take you the wealth; leave us the victory.
FREDERICK. Come, soldiers. Follow me unto the grove.
Who kills him shall have gold and endless love.
Exit Frederick with the Soldiers.
BENVOLIO. My head is lighter than it was by th' horns,
But yet my heart's more ponderous than my head
And pants until I see that conjurer dead.
MARTINO. Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio?
BENVOLIO. Here will we stay to bide the first assault.
O, were that damned hellhound but in place,
Thou soon shouldst see me quit my foul disgrace.
Enter Frederick.
FREDERICK. Close, close, the conjurer is at hand
And all alone comes walking in his gown.
Be ready then, and strike the peasant down.
BENVOLIO. Mine be that honour then. Now, sword, strike home.
For horns he gave I'll have his head anon.
Enter Faustus, with the false head.
MARTINO. See, see, he comes.
BENVOLIO. No words! This blow ends all.
Hell take his soul; his body thus must fall.
FAUSTUS. Oh!
FREDERICK. Groan you, master doctor?
BENVOLIO. Break may his heart with groans! Dear Frederick,
See, thus will I end his griefs immediately.
MARTINO. Strike with a willing hand. His head is off.
BENVOLIO. The devil's dead. The Furies now may laugh.
FREDERICK. Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown,
Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits
Tremble and quake at his commanding charms?
MARTINO. Was this that damned head whose art conspired
Benvolio's shame before the Emperor?
BENVOLIO. Ay, that's the head, and here the body lies,
Justly rewarded for his villainies.
FREDERICK. Come, let's devise how we may add more shame
To the black scandal of his hated name.
BENVOLIO. First, on his head, in quittance of my wrongs,
I'll nail huge forked horns and let them hang
Within the window where he yoked me first,
That all the world may see my just revenge.
MARTINO. What use shall we put his beard to?
BENVOLIO. We'll sell it to a chimney sweeper. It will wear out ten birchen
brooms, I warrant you.
FREDERICK. What shall eyes do?
BENVOLIO. We'll put out his eyes, and they shall serve for buttons to his
lips to keep his tongue from catching cold.
MARTINO. An excellent policy! And now, sirs, having divided him, what shall
the body do?
Faustus stands up.
BENVOLIO. Zounds, the devil's alive again!
FREDERICK. Give him his head, for God's sake.
FAUSTUS. Nay, keep it. Faustus will have heads and hands,
Ay, all your hearts, to recompense this deed.
Knew you not, traitors, I was limited
For twenty-four years to breathe on the earth?
And had you cut my body with your swords,
Or hewed this flesh and bones as small as sand,
Yet in a minute had my spirit returned,
And I had breathed a man made free from harm.
But wherefore do I dally my revenge?
Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistopheles!
Enter Mephistopheles and other devils.
Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,
And mount aloft with them as high as heaven;
Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell.
Yet stay. The world shall see their misery,
And hell shall after plague their treachery.
Go, Belimoth, and take this caitiff hence,
And hurl him in some lake of mud and dirt.
Take thou this other; drag him through the woods
Amongst the pricking thorns and sharpest briars,
Whilst with my gentle Mephastophilis
This traitor flies unto some steepy rock
That, rolling down, may break the villain's bones
As he intended to dismember me.
Fly hence. Dispatch my charge immediately.
FREDERICK. Pity us, gentle Faustus. Save our lives.
FAUSTUS. Away!
[Exeunt Spirits with the Knights.]
Enter the ambushed Soldiers.
1 SOLDIER. Come, sirs, prepare yourselves in readiness.
Make haste to help these noble gentlemen; I heard them parley
with the conjurer.
2 SOLDIER. See where he comes. Dispatch and kill the slave.
FAUSTUS. What's here? an ambush to betray my life?
Then, Faustus, try thy skill. Base peasants, stand,
For lo, these trees remove at my command
And stand as bulwarks 'twixt yourselves and me,
To shield me from your hated treachery.
Yet to encounter this your weak attempt,
Behold an army comes incontinent.
Faustus strikes the door, and enter a devil playing on a drum, after him another bearing
an ensign, and divers with weapons, Mephistopheles with fireworks. They set upon the soldiers, and drive them out.