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[Speaking Latin]

[All cheering]

(All)
Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!

Faustus! Faustus!
Faustus!

(Valdes)
Faustus!

Settle thy studies, Faustus.

And begin to sound the depth
of that thou wilt profess.

"Settle thy studies, Faustus.

And begin to sound the depth
of that thou wilt profess."

Having commenced,
be a divine in show,

yet level at the end
of every art.

And live and die

in Aristotle's works.

Sweet analytics,
'tis thou hast ravished me.

[Speaking Latin]

Is to dispute well
logic's chiefest end?

Affords this art
no greater miracle?

Then read no more,
thou hast attained the end.

A greater subject
fitteth Faustus' wit.

Be a physician,
Faustus, heap up gold,

and be eternized for
some wondrous cure.

[Speaking Latin]

The end of physic
is our body's health.

Couldst thou make
man to live eternally,
or, being dead,

raise them to life again,

then this profession
were to be esteemed.

Physic, farewell.

Jerome's Bible, Faustus.

View it well.

[Speaking Latin]

The reward of sin is death.

That's hard.

If we say we have no sin,
we deceive ourselves
and there is no truth in us.

Why then, belike we must sin

and so consequently die.

Ay, we must die

an everlasting death.

What doctrine call you this?

Que sera, sera:

What will be, shall be.

Divinity, adieu.

(Faustus)
o, what a world
of profit and delight.

Of power, of honor,
of omnipotence,

is promised
to the studious artisan.

All things that move
between the quiet poles

shall be at my command.

These metaphysics of magicians
and necromantic books
are heavenly.

Lines, circles, scenes,
letters, and characters,

ay, these are those
that Faustus most desires.

Emperors and kings
are but obeyed
in their several provinces.

But his dominion
that exceeds in this,

stretcheth as far as doth
the mind of man.

A sound magician
is a mighty god.

(Faustus)
here, Faustus.

Tire thy brains to gain a deity.

Wagner!

Commend me
to my dearest friends,

the worthy valdes and Cornelius.

Request them earnestly
to visit me.

I will, sir.

Their conference will
be a greater help to me
than all my labors,

plod I ne'er so fast.

[Wagner panting]

(Wagner)
my master, Faustus,
bids you--

(valdes)
bids us come to him.

(Cornelius)
we know it, boy.
We know.

(Good angel)
O, Faustus,

lay that damned book aside
and gaze not on it,

lest it tempt thy soul
and heap god's heavy wrath
upon thy head.

Read, read the scriptures.
That is blasphemy.

(Evil angel)
Go forward, Faustus,
in that famous art

wherein all nature's treasury
is contained.

Be thou on earth

as Jove is in the sky,

lord and commander
of these elements.

[Faustus chuckling]

[Sighing]

How am I glutted
with conceit of this!

Shall I make spirits
fetch me what I please?

Resolve me of all ambiguities,

perform what
desperate enterprise I will?

Ah, I'll have them fly
to India for gold.

Ransack the ocean
for orient Pearl.

And search all corners
of the newfound world

for pleasant fruits
and princely delicates.

I'll have them read me
strange philosophy,

and tell the secrets
of all foreign kings.

I'll have them wall
all Germany with brass

and make swift Rhine
circle fair Wittenberg.

I'll have them fill
the public schools with silk,

wherewith the students
shall be bravely clad.

I'll Levy soldiers
with the coin they bring

and reign sole king
of all our provinces.

The--the learned
valdes and Cornelius.

[Exclaims]

Come, worthy valdes
and Cornelius,

and make me blest
with your Sage conference.

Valdes, sweet valdes,
and Cornelius,

know that your words
have won me at the last

to practice magic
and concealed arts.

Yet not your words only,
but mine own fantasy,

which will receive no object
for my head,

but ruminates
on necromantic skill.

'Tis magic, magic,
that hath ravished me.

[Chuckling]

Faustus, these books...

Thy wit...

...and our experience...

Shall make all nations
to canonize us.

As Indian moors obey
their Spanish lords...

So shall the spirit
of every element...

Be always serviceable to us 3.

(Cornelius)
like lions shall they guard us
where we please.

Like Almain rutters
with their horsemen's staves.

And from America
the golden fleece

that yearly stuffs
old Philip's treasury.

If learned Faustus
will be resolute.

As resolute am I in this,
as thou to live.

Therefore, object it not.

Then doubt not, Faustus,
but to be renowned

and more frequented
for this mystery

than heretofore
the Delphian oracle.

(Cornelius)
the spirits tell me
they can dry the sea,

and fetch the treasure
of all foreign wrecks.

Ay,

all the wealth
that our forefathers hid

within the massy entrails
of the earth.

Then tell me, Faustus,

what shall we 3 want?

Nothing, nothing.

Sometimes like women,
spirits shall come to thee,

shadowing more beauty
in their airy brows

than have the white breasts
of the queen of love.

O, this cheers my soul.

Then come and dine with me,

and after meat,
we'll canvas
every quiddity thereof.

For ere I sleep,
I'll try what I can do.

This night I'll conjure
though I die therefore.

[Thunder rumbling]

Within this circle
is Jehovah’s name

forward and backward
anagrammatized,

the breviated names
of holy saints,

figures of every adjunct
to the heavens,

and characters of signs
and erring stars,

by which the spirits
are enforced to rise.

(Faustus)
leave me,
that I may conjure here alone.

Then fear not, Faustus,
but be resolute.

And try the uttermost
magic can perform.

[Speaking Latin]

[Wind whistling]

[Speaking Latin]

[Sighs]

[Speaking Latin]

Mephistophilis!

[Thunder clapping]

[Mephistophilis
breathing heavily]

[Screams]

[Laughing]

I charge thee to return
and change thy shape.

Thou art too ugly
to attend on me.

Go, and return
an old Franciscan friar,

that holy shape
becomes a devil best.

[Chuckling]

I see there's virtue
in my heavenly words.

Who would not be
proficient in this art?

How pliant
is this Mephistophilis,

full of obedience and humility!

Such is the force
of magic and my spells.

Now, Faustus,
art thou conjuror laureate

that canst command
great Mephistophilis.

(Mephistophilis)
now, Faustus, what wouldst
thou have me do?

I charge thee
wait upon me whilst I live,

and do whatever
Faustus shall command.

Be it to make the moon
drop from her sphere

or the ocean
to overwhelm the world.

I am a servant to great Lucifer,

and may not follow thee
without his leave.

No more than he commands
must we perform.

Did not he charge thee
to appear to me?

No, I came hither
of mine own accord.

Did not
my conjuring speeches
raise thee?

Speak.

That was the cause,

but yet per accidens,

for when we hear one
rack the name of god,

abjure the scriptures
and his savior Christ,

we fly, in hope to get
his glorious soul.

Nor will we come,
unless he use such means

whereby he is in danger
to be damned.

Therefore,
the shortest cut
for conjuring

is stoutly to abjure
the Trinity,

and pray devoutly
to the prince of hell.

So Faustus hath already done,
and holds this principle:

There is no chief
but only Belzebub,

to whom Faustus
doth dedicate himself.

This word "damnation"
terrifies not him.

But,
leaving these vain trifles
of men's souls,

tell me, what is
that Lucifer thy lord?

Arch-regent and commander
of all spirits.

Was not that Lucifer
an angel once?

Yes, Faustus, and most
dearly loved of god.

How comes it then
that he is prince of devils?

O, by aspiring
pride and insolence,

for which god threw him
from the face of heaven.

And what are you
that live with Lucifer?

Unhappy spirits
that fell with Lucifer,

conspired against
our god with Lucifer

and are forever
damned with Lucifer.

Where are you damned?

(Mephistophilis)
in hell.

How comes it then
that thou art out of hell?

Why, this is hell,
nor am I out of it.

Think'st thou that I
who saw the face of god

and tasted the eternal
joys of heaven,

am not tormented
with 10,000 hells

in being deprived
of everlasting bliss?

O, Faustus,
leave these frivolous demands,

which strike a terror
to my fainting soul.

What, is great Mephistophilis
so passionate

for being deprived
of the joys of heaven?

Learn thou of Faustus'
manly fortitude,

and scorn those joys
thou never shalt possess.

Go, bear these tidings
to great Lucifer.

Seeing Faustus hath incurred
eternal death

by desperate thoughts
against Jove's deity,

say he surrenders
up to him his soul,

so he will
spare him 4 and 20 years,

letting him live
in all voluptuousness,

having thee ever
to attend on me,

to give me whatsoever I demand,

to slay mine enemies
and aid my friends,

and always be obedient
to my will.

Go, and return
to mighty Lucifer,

and then meet me
in my study at midnight,

and there resolve me
of thy master's mind.

I will, Faustus.

[Thunder rumbling]

[Wind howling]

[Laughing]

Had I as many souls
as there be stars,

I'd give them all
for Mephistophilis.

By him, I'll be great emperor
of the world,

and make a bridge
out of the moving air

to pass the ocean
with a band of men.

I'll join the hills
that bind the Afric shore

and make that country
continent to Spain,

and both contributory
to my crown.

The emperor shall not live
but by my leave,

nor any potentate of Germany.

[Rattling]

Now that I have obtained
what I desire,

I live in speculation
of this art

till Mephistophilis
return again.

Now, Faustus,
must thou needs be damned,

and canst thou not be saved?

What boots it then
to think of god or heaven?

Away with such vain fancies,
and despair.

(Evil angel)
Despair in god,

and trust in Belzebub.

Now, go not backward.

No, Faustus, be resolute.

Why waver'st thou?

O, something soundeth
in mine ears.

(Good angel)
Abjure this magic,
turn to god again.

Ay.

And Faustus will
turn to god again.

(Evil angel) To god?
He loves thee not.

The god thou serv'st
is thine own appetite,

wherein is fixed
the love of Belzebub.

To him I'll build
an altar and a church

and offer lukewarm blood
of newborn babes.

Go forward, Faustus,
in that famous art.

(Good angel)
Sweet Faustus,

leave that execrable art.

Contrition, prayer,
repentance, what of them?

O, they are means
to bring thee
unto heaven.

(Evil angel)
Rather illusions, fruits of
lunacy

that make men foolish
that do trust them most.

Sweet Faustus,
think of heaven
and heavenly things.

No, Faustus,

think of honor and of wealth.

Wealth!

When Mephistophilis shall
stand by thee,

what god can hurt thee, Faustus?

Thou art safe.
Cast no more doubts.

Come, Mephistophilis,
and bring glad tidings
from great Lucifer.

Is it not midnight?

Come, Mephistophilis.

[Chuckles]

[Chanting in Latin]

[Gasps]

Now tell me,

what says Lucifer thy lord?

That I shall wait
on Faustus whilst he lives,

so he will buy my service
with his soul.

Already Faustus hath
hazarded that for thee.

But, Faustus, thou must
bequeath it solemnly,

and write a deed of gift
with thine own blood.

For that security
craves great Lucifer.

If thou deny it,
I will back to hell.

Nay!

Stay, Mephistophilis,

and tell me what good
will my soul do thy lord?

Enlarge his kingdom.

Is that the reason why
he tempts us thus?

Wretches find comfort
in fellow sufferers.

Why, have you any pain
that torture others?

(Mephistophilis)
as great as have
the human souls of men.

But tell me, Faustus,
shall I have thy soul?

And I will be thy slave
and wait on thee,

and give thee more
than thou hast wit to ask.

[Sighs]

[Wind whistling]

Ay, Mephistophilis,

I give it thee.

Then stab thy arm
courageously,
and bind thy soul

that at some certain day,
great Lucifer may claim it
as his own,

and then be thou
as great as Lucifer.

Lo,

Mephistophilis,
for love of thee,
I cut mine arm,

and with my proper blood
assure my soul
to be great Lucifer's,

chief lord and regent

of perpetual night.

View here the blood
that trickles from mine arm.

And let it be propitious
to my wish.

But, Faustus, thou must sign it,

in manner of a deed of gift.

And so I will.

What might this staying
of my blood portend?

Is it unwilling
I should write this bill?

Why streams it not
that I might write afresh?

"Faustus gives
to thee his soul."

[Voices whispering]

Ay,

there it stayed.

Why shouldst thou not?

Is not thy soul thine own?

(Voice)
flee, Faustus, flee...

So now the blood
begins to clear again.

Flee, Faustus, flee.
Faustus, run.

Now will I make
an end immediately.

Flee, Faustus, flee.

(Male voices)
Fuge, Faustus. Flee.
Homo fuge. Run.

Run, Faustus.
Flee, Faustus. Flee!

Flee! Homo fuge!

(Voice)
flee, Faustus.

(Faustus)
whither?

Run, Faustus, run.

- Whither should I fly?
- To god.

If unto god,
he'll cast me down to hell.

My soul's my own.

Fuge, Faustus, fuge.

Yet shall not Faustus fly.

(Mephistophilis)
I'll fetch him somewhat
to delight his mind.

Faustus.

[Chuckles]

Why, there's enough
for 1,000 souls.

What will I not do
to obtain his soul?

[Speaking Latin]

This bill is ended.

And Faustus hath bequeathed
his soul to Lucifer.

Here, Mephistophilis,
receive this scroll,

a deed of gift
of body and of soul.

But yet conditionally
that thou perform

all articles prescribed
between us both.

Faustus, I swear
by hell and Lucifer

to effect all promises
between us made.

Then hear me read them.

"On these conditions following:

"That Mephistophilis
shall be his servant

"and at his command,
and bring him

"whatsoever he desires
at all times,

"and in what form or shape
soever he please.

(Mephistophilis)
"I, John Faustus
of Wittenberg, doctor,

"by these presents
do give both body
and soul to Lucifer

"and his minister,
Mephistophilis.

"And, furthermore,
Grant unto them

"that 24 years being expired,

"the articles
above written inviolate

"full power to fetch or carry
the said John Faustus,

"body and soul,
flesh, blood, or goods,

"into their habitations
wheresoever.

"By me,

John Faustus."

Speak, Faustus,
do you deliver
this as your deed?

Ay, take it, and the devil
give thee good on it.

Now, Faustus,

[chuckling]

Ask what thou wilt.

First, I will
question thee about hell.

Tell me, where is this place
that men call hell?

Under the heavens.

Ay, but whereabout?

Within the bowels
of these elements,

where we are tortured
and remain forever.

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 are not heaven.

Now, come,
I think hell's a fable.

Ay, think so still,

till experience
change your mind.

Why, think'st thou then
that Faustus
shall be damned?

Ay, of necessity,

for here's the scroll
wherein thou hast given
thy soul to Lucifer.

[Chuckling]
and body, too,
but what of that?

Think'st thou
that Faustus is so fond

as to imagine that after
this life there is any pain?

Tush. These are mere trifles
and old wives' tales.

(Mephistophilis]
Faustus, I am an instance
to prove the contrary.

For I am damned,
and am now in hell.

[Bell tolls]

How, now in hell?

Nay, and this be hell,
I'll willingly be damned here.

What, walking,
disputing, etc.,
but leaving off this,

let me have a wife,
the fairest maid
in Germany,

for I am wanton and lascivious

and cannot live without a wife.

How, a wife!

I prithee, Faustus,
talk not of a wife.

Mephistophilis,
fetch me one,
for I will have one.

Well, thou wilt have one.

Come then,
I'll fetch thee a wife,

in the devil's name.

Tell me, Faustus,
how dost thou
like thy wife?

A plague on her for a hot whore.

Faustus, marriage is but
a ceremonial toy.

If thou lov'st me,
think no more of it.

I'll cull 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.

[Spitting]

As wise as Saba.

(Mephistophilis)
or as beautiful as
was bright Lucifer

before his fall.

When I behold creation
in a flower,

then I repent, and curse thee,
wicked Mephistophilis,

because thou hast deprived me
of the joys of heaven.

Why, Faustus, thinkest thou
that heaven is such
a glorious thing?

I tell thee 'tis not
half so fair as thou,

nor any man that
breathes on earth.

How prov'st thou that?

'Twas made for man,

therefore is man more excellent.

If 'twas made for man,
'twas made for me.

I will renounce
this magic and repent.

(Good angel)
Faustus, repent,

yet god will pity thee.

(Voice)
damned, thou art damned!

(Evil angel)
Thou art a spirit.

God cannot pity thee.

(Voice)
thou art damned.

Who buzzeth in mine ears
I am a spirit?

Be I a devil,
yet god may pity me.

Ay,

god will pity me if I repent.

(Evil angel)
Ay, but Faustus
never shall repent.

(Voice)
Faustus, thou art damned!

Faustus, thou art damned!

Faustus, thou art damned!
Faustus, thou art damned!

My heart's so hardened,
I cannot repent.

Scarce can I name salvation,
faith or heaven,

but fearful echoes
thunder in mine ears:

"Faustus, thou art damned!"

And long ere this
I should have slain myself,

had not sweet pleasure
conquered deep despair.

Why should I die, then,
or basely despair?

I am resolved.

Faustus shall ne'er repent.

Come, Mephistophilis.

Come, Mephistophilis,
let us dispute again.

Tell me, who made the world?

- I will not.
- Sweet Mephistophilis,
tell me.

Move me not,
for I will not tell thee.

Villain,
have I not bound thee
to tell me anything?

Ay, that is not against
our kingdom, but this is.

Think thou on hell, Faustus,
for thou art damned.

Think, Faustus, upon god,
that made the world.

(Mephistophilis)
remember this.

Ay, go, accursed spirit,
to ugly hell!

(Voices)
Faustus, flee! Flee!

'Tis thou hast damned
distressed Faustus' soul.

(Voices)
flee! Flee!

- Is it not too late?
- (Evil angel) Too late.

(Good angel) Never too late,
if Faustus can repent.

If thou repent,
devils shall tear
thee in pieces.

(Voices)
flee, Faustus.

Faustus, flee!

Repent,
and they shall
never raze thy skin.

Faustus,
thou art damned,
there is no hope.

Faustus,
turn to god,
there lies hope.

O, Christ, my savior,
seek to save
distressed Faustus' soul.

(Lucifer)
come hither, Faustus.

Christ cannot save thy soul,
for he is just.

There's none but I
have interest in the same.

O, who art thou that
look'st so terrible?

I am Lucifer,

and this is
my companion-prince in hell.

Faustus, they are come
to fetch thy soul.

We come to tell thee
thou dost injure us.

Thou talk'st of Christ
contrary to thy promise.

Thou shouldst not think of god.

Think of the devil.

Nor will I henceforth.
Pardon me in this.

Faustus vows never
to look to heaven,

never to call
on god or pray to him.

To burn his scriptures,
slay his ministers

and make my spirits
pull his churches down.

Do so, and we will
highly gratify thee.

Faustus,
we are come from hell
to show thee some pastime.

Thou shalt see
all the 7 deadly sins appear

in their proper shapes.

That sight will be
as pleasing unto me
as paradise was to Adam,

the first day of his creation.

Talk not
of paradise nor creation,

but Mark this show.

Talk of the devil,
and nothing else.

(Belzebub)
remember, Faustus,

sweet pleasure
conquers deep despair.

In hell
is all manner of delight.

[Birds chirping]

Who art thou?

I am lechery.

Here is a mask,
to show you all the sins.

Now you may see our garden,

full of delights
and curious invention.

What wonders are here.

What art thou,
in thy cage of gold?

I am avarice.

O, my fine gold.

(Faustus)
what keeps you
so barred up?

Infinite riches
in a little room.

Bars do not keep me in.

They keep thee out.

I must have
wanton poets,
pleasant wits,

musicians that with
touching of a string

may draw the pliant soul
which way I please.

Like sylvan nymphs,
my pages shall be clad,

my men like satyrs
grazing on the lawns,

or, sometimes,
like a lovely boy
in Diane's shape,

with crownets of Pearl
about his naked arms.

One like Actaeon
peeping through the grove,

shall, by the angry goddess,
be transformed,

and running in
the likeness of a hart
shall be pulled down,

and seen to die.

Such things as these
best please your majesty.

(Faustus)
why, to this all pleasures
fancies be,

for all my life
I'll live with lechery.

*[drum beating]

*[drum rolling]

What art thou?

I am pride,

and these, my sons,

are wrath and envy.

(Pride)
together we will triumph
over all the world.

(Envy)
your majesty
shall shortly have your wish

and ride in triumph
through Persepolis.

(Pride)
"and ride in triumph
through Persepolis?"

(Pride)
is it not brave to be a king,
my Faustus?

Is it not passing
brave to be a king

and ride in triumph
through Persepolis?

To be a king
is half to be a god.

A god is not
so glorious as a king.

I think the pleasures
they enjoy in heaven

cannot compare with
kingly joys in earth.

(Envy)
why speak you, Faustus,

wilt thou be a king?

Is it not passing brave
to be a king

and ride in triumph
through Persepolis?

(Pride)
then, Faustus, march.
For you shall fight with us.

[Soldiers shouting]

[Neighing]

[Swords clashing]

[Soldiers yelling]

[Swords clashing]

[Screams]

So burn the turrets
of this cursed town.

Flame to the highest region
of the air.

Over my zenith
hand a blazing star

that may endure
till heaven be dissolved.

Give me a map then, let me see,

how much is left
to conquer all the world.

[People chattering]

(Emperor)
let doctor Faustus appear.

Master doctor Faustus,
I have heard strange report

of his knowledge
in the black art.

This therefore is my request,

that he should let me see
some proof of his skill

that mine eyes may be
witnesses to confirm

what mine ears
have heard reported.

[Cat meowing]

[Meows]

In faith, he looks
much like a conjuror.

[Courtiers snickering]

My gracious sovereign,

though I must confess myself
far inferior to the report
that men have made,

I am content to do whatsoever
your majesty shall command.

Then, doctor Faustus,
Mark what I shall say.

As I was sometime solitary
set within my closet,

sundry thoughts arose
about the honor
of mine ancestors,

amongst which kings
is Alexander the great.

If therefore thou,
by cunning of thine art,

canst raise this man
from hollow vaults below

and bring with him
his beauteous paramour,

thou shalt both satisfy
my just desire,

and give me
cause to praise thee
whilst I live.

My gracious lord,
I'm ready to accomplish
your request so far forth

as by art
and power of my spirit
I am able to perform.

In faith,
that's just nothing at all.

[Courtiers laughing]

But, and it please your grace,

it is not in my power to
present before your eyes

the true substantial bodies
of those 2 deceased princes,

which long since
are consumed into dust.

Marry, master doctor,
now there's
a sign of grace in you,

when you will confess the truth.

But such spirits
as can lively resemble

Alexander and his paramour,
shall appear
before your grace.

Go to, master doctor,
let us see them presently.

Do you hear, master doctor?

You bring Alexander
and his paramour
before the emperor.

How then, sir?

In faith, that's as true
as Diana turned me
into a stag.

[Courtiers laughing]

No, sir.
But when Actaeon died,

he left the horns for you.

- [Whispering]
Mephistophilis, begone.
- [Cat meowing]

Nay, and you go
to conjuring,
I'll be gone!

[Softly]
I'll meet with you anon
for interrupting me so.

Here they be, my gracious lord.

[All gasping]

Master doctor,

I heard this lady,
while she lived,

had a mole in her neck.

How shall I know
whether it be so or not?

Your highness may
boldly go and see.

I see it plain.

[All cheering]

Will it please your grace
to send now for the knight

that was so pleasant
with me here of late?

Call forth
the knight of Hallgart.

The knight of Hallgart.

The knight of Hallgart.
The knight of Hallgart.

[All laughing]

(Emperor)
how now, sir knight.

[Chuckling]
why, I had thought
thou had'st been a bachelor,

but now I see thou hast a wife

that not only
gives thee horns,
but, uh, makes thee wear them.

Feel on thy head.

[All laughing]

Thou damned wretch
and execrable dog,

bred in the concave
of some monstrous rock.

How darest thou
thus abuse a gentleman?

Villain, I say undo
what thou hast done.

O, not so fast,
sir, make no haste,

but good, are you remembered
how you crossed me

in my conference
with the emperor?

I think I have
met with you for it.

Good master doctor,
at my entreaty, release him.

He hath done penance sufficient.

My gracious lord,
not so much for the injury

he offered me here in your
presence, as to delight you with
some mirth,

hath Faustus worthily requited
this injurious knight,

which, being all I desire,
I am content to release him
of his horns.

And, sir knight,

hereafter speak well
of scholars.

Mephistophilis,

transform him straight.

[Meowing]

Sir knight, you have
permission to withdraw.

Believe me, master doctor,

this merriment hath
much pleased us.

My gracious lady,

I am glad
it contents you so well.

Come, madam, let us in,

where we must well reward
this learned man

for the great kindness
he hath showed to us.

And so we shall, my lord,
and, whilst we live,

rest beholding
for this courtesy.

[All chattering]

The restless course
that time doth run
with calm and silent foot,

shortening my days
and thread of vital life,

calls for the payment
of my latest years.

I will drink deep
of what remains.

Passing brave,

passing,

passing,

passing,

passing...

Give me wine, Mephistophilis.

What day is this?

'Tis holy Peter's day.

[Grunting]

What's that to us?

I know you'd fain see
the pope and take some part.

And for the cause
we are no common guests,

I choose his privy chamber
for our use.

His privy chamber.

We'll be bold
with his good cheer.

[Chuckling]

I hope his holiness
will bid us welcome.

Well, I'm content to compass
them some sport,

and by their folly
make us merriment.

Then charm me, Mephistophilis,
that I may be invisible

and do whate'er I please, unseen
by any whilst I stay in Rome.

Faustus, thou shalt.

Kneel down presently.

Pluto's blue fire
and hecate's tree

with magic spells
so compass thee

that no eye may thy body see.

[Bell tolling]

So, Faustus, do what thou wilt,

thou shalt not be discerned.

[Wind howling]

*[choir singing]

[Sputters]

[Faustus sputters]

[Friar praying in Latin]

[All replying in Latin]

[Faustus sputters]

[Praying in Latin]

[Faustus sputters]

[Praying in Latin]

[Faustus sputters]

(All)
amen.

Amen.

My lord of Lorraine,

wilt please you draw near?

My lord, this dainty dish

was sent me
from the bishop of Milan.

I thank you, sir.

How now!

Who snatched
that dish from thee?

Will no man look?

[All gasp]

My lord, it may be some ghost,

newly crept out of purgatory,

come to beg a pardon
of your holiness.

It may be so.

[Crashing]

Friars,

prepare a dirge to lay
the fury of this ghost.

[Groaning]

Oh!

We shall be cursed
with bell, book, and candle.

Bell, book, and candle.
Candle, book, and bell.
Forward and backward

to curse Faustus to hell!

Anon you shall hear a hog grunt,

a calf bleat, and an ass bray,

because it is
Saint Peter's holiday.

(Friar)
come, brethren,

let's about our business
with good devotion.

(Friar #1)
Cursed be he

that stole his holiness' meat
from the table.

[Chanting in Latin]

[Bell rings]

Cursed be he that
struck his holiness

a blow on the face.

[Chanting in Latin]

[Bell rings]

Cursed be he that took friar
sandelo a blow on the pate.

- [Chanting in Latin]
- [Bell rings]

Cursed be he that
disturbeth our holy dirge.

[Chanting in Latin]

[Bell rings]

Cursed be he that took away
his holiness' wine.

[Chanting in Latin]

Amen.

Tell thou

Saint Peter that!

[Woman screaming]

(Men)
* I cannot eat
but little meat *

* my stomach is not good

* but sure I think
that I can drink *

* with him that wears a hood

(man)
* though I go bare,
take ye no care *

* I am nothing a-cold

* I stuff my skin
so full within *

(crowd)
* of jolly good ale and old

* back and side
go bare, go bare *

* both foot and hand go cold

* but belly, god send thee
good ale enough *

* whether it be new or old *

[all laughing]

Come hither, landlord.

Another butt of sack for myself

and these learned colleagues
of mine.

No more sack,
master doctor, no more.

No more sack, sirrah?

Until you have paid
the sum of 30 crowns,

owed by yourself
and your friends here.

What, I tell thee, knave,

keep a civil
tongue in your head,

and pay due respect to my court,

or else I'll call up the devil
and he bears thee off.

[People laughing]

Now, master doctor,
no more of your tricks.

I want my money.

(All)
he wants his money.

He wants his money.

Tricks, I'll show you tricks,
you lying knave!

Sot! Cuckold!

Orientis. Lucifer.

(Landlord)
master doctor Faustus,
wake up and listen.

[All laughing]

Wake up!

Will you not wake?
You son of a whore!

You conjuring knave,
I'll make you wake!

(Idiot)
now, good doctor,

turn mine host here,
mine lord bountiful,

into the sack
from whence he came.

- Go on!
- Away, rogue!

What, doest think
I am a vintner?

What art thou, Faustus,

but a man condemned to die?

To die.

What art thou, Faustus,
but a man condemned to die?

Thy fatal time doth
draw to final end.

Despair doth drive distrust
into thy thoughts.

Confound these passions
with a quiet sleep.

Tush, Christ did call
the thief upon the cross.

Then rest thee, Faustus,

quiet in conceit.

Did you say something, master?

Nothing, boy, nothing.

As you say, sir.

Some 3 of your young students
wait upon your honor.

You must dress.

Here, sir, here.

- Wagner?
- Sir?

Wouldst have
my worldly goods, boy?

Why, who would not, sir?

For whatsoever a man
wants in this world,

Faustus can have.

All but that unconsidered light
that will not buy

a poor man a small candle.

You've left me, sir.

Nay, it hath left me.
Therefore, take thou the rest.

Why, what's that, sir?

Why, nothing, sir.

You give me nothing, sir?

Aye...

All my worldly goods.

I think my master
means to die shortly,

for he hath given
to me all his goods.

This way, gentlemen.

Your honored master,
the doctor, will receive you.

Well, gentlemen?

(Scholar #1)
Master doctor Faustus,

we have had conference
about fair ladies,

which was the beautifullest
in all the world

and have determined
with ourselves

that Helen of Greece
was the admirablest
lady that ever lived.

Therefore, master doctor,

if you will do us that
favor as to let us see
that peerless dame of Greece,

whom all the world
admires for majesty,

we should think ourselves
much beholden unto you.

Gentlemen,

for that I know
your friendship is unfeigned,

and Faustus' custom
is not to deny
the just requests

of those that wish him well,

you shall behold
that peerless dame of Greece.

No otherwise
for pomp and majesty

as when sir Paris
crossed the seas with her

and brought the spoils
from rich Dardania.

We thank you, sir,

and indeed
are most curious--

be silent, then,

for danger is in words.

[Wind howling]

Too simple is my wit
to tell her praise,

whom all the world
admires for majesty.

No marvel though
the angry Greeks pursued

with 10 years' war
the rape of such a queen,

whose heavenly beauty
passeth all compare.

Since we have seen
the pride of nature's works

and only paragon of excellence,

let us depart.

Ah, doctor Faustus,

that I might prevail to guide

thy steps unto the way of life.

Break heart, drop blood,
and mingle it with tears.

O, gentle Faustus,
leave this damned art.

Ah, my sweet friend,

I feel thy words
to comfort my distressed soul.

Leave me awhile
to ponder on my sins.

I go, sweet Faustus,
but with heavy cheer,

fearing the ruin
of thy hopeless soul.

Where art thou, Faustus?

Wretch, what hast thou done?

Damned are thou,
Faustus, damned.

Despair and die!

Hell calls for right
and with a roaring voice
cries, "Faustus, come!

Thine hour is almost come!"

And Faustus will come
to do thee right.

Accursed Faustus,

where be mercy now?

I do repent
and yet I do despair.

Hell strives with grace
for conquest in my breast.

What shall I do to shun
the snares of death?

[Wind howling]

(Mephistophilis)
thou traitor, Faustus.

I arrest thy soul
for disobedience
to my sovereign lord.

Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal
tear thy flesh.

Sweet Mephistophilis.

Entreat thy lord to pardon
my unjust presumption

and with my blood
again I will confirm

my former vow I made to Lucifer.

Do it, then, quickly
with unfeigned heart,

lest greater dangers
do attend thy drift.

One thing, good servant,

let me crave of thee

to glut the longing
of my heart's desire.

That I may have unto my paramour

that heavenly Helen
which of late I saw,

whose sweet embracings
may extinguish clean

those thoughts that do
dissuade me from my vow.

Faustus,

this or what else
thou shall desire

shall be performed

in a twinkling of an eye.

Was this the face
that launched 1,000 ships

and burnt the topless towers
of ilium?

Come, Helen,

make me immortal

with a kiss.

Her lips

suck forth my soul.

See where it flies.

Come, Helen, come.

Give me my soul again.

Here will I dwell,

for heaven is in these lips,

and all is dross
that is not Helena.

I will be Paris
and for love of thee

instead of Troy shall
Wittenberg be sacked.

And I will combat
with weak menelaus

and wear thy colors
on my plumed crest.

Yea, I will wound
achilles in the heel

and then return to Helen

for a kiss.

O, thou art fairer
than the evening air

clad in the beauty
of 1,000 stars,

brighter art thou
than flaming Jupiter

when he appeared
to hapless semele.

More lovely than
the monarch of the sky

in wanton Arethusa's
azured arms,

and none but thou

shalt be my paramour.

Ah, gentlemen!

What ails, Faustus?

Ah, my sweet chamber-fellows,
had I lived with you,

then had I lived still,
but now I die eternally.

Comes he not?
Comes he not?

What means, Faustus?

Belike he is grown
into some sickness
by being over-solitary.

If it be so,
we'll have physicians
to cure him.

'Tis but a surfeit.
Never fear, man.

A surfeit of deadly sin
that hath damned
both body and soul.

Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven.

Remember god's mercies
are infinite.

Ay, but Faustus' offence
can ne'er be pardoned.

The serpent that tempted Eve
may be saved, but not Faustus.

Ah, gentlemen,
hear me with Patience

and tremble not at my speeches.

Though my heart pants
and quivers to remember

I've been a student here
these 30 years,

o, would I had
never seen Wittenberg,
never read book.

What wonders I have done'
all Germany can witness,

yea, all the world,

for which Faustus hath lost

both Germany and the world.

Yea, heaven itself.

Heaven, the seat of god,

the throne of the blessed,
the kingdom of joy

and must remain
in hell for ever.

Hell, ay, hell for ever!

Sweet friends,
what shall become of Faustus
being in hell for ever?

Yet, Faustus, call on god.

On god,

whom Faustus hath abjured?

On god, whom Faustus
hath blasphemed?

Ah, my god, I would weep,

but the devil draws in my tears.

Gush forth blood,
yea, life and soul!

[Sighs]

He stays my tongue.

I would lift up my arms,

but see,

they hold them.

They hold them.

Who, Faustus?

Lucifer and Mephistophilis.

Ah, gentlemen,

I gave them my soul
for my cunning.

God forbid!

(Faustus)
god forbade it, indeed,

but Faustus hath done it.

For the vain pleasure
of 24 years

hath Faustus lost
eternal joy and Felicity.

I writ them a bill
with mine own blood,

the date is expired,

the time will come,

and he will fetch me.

Why did not Faustus
tell us of this before

that divines might
have prayed for thee?

Oft have I thought
to have done so,

but the devil threatened
to tear me in pieces
if I named god,

to fetch both
body and soul if I once
gave ear to divinity,

and now it is too late.

Gentlemen, away,

lest you perish with me.

(Scholar #2)
What shall we do
to save Faustus?

Talk not of me,
but save yourselves
and depart.

God will strengthen me.

I will stay with Faustus.

Tempt not god, sweet friend,

but let us into the next room
and there pray for him.

Ay, pray for me,

pray for me.

What noise soever ye hear,
come not unto me,

for nothing can rescue me.

Pray thou,

and we will pray that god
may have mercy upon thee.

Gentlemen,

farewell.

If I live till morning,
I'll visit you.

If not,

Faustus

is gone to hell.

Faustus, farewell.

[Clock striking]

(Voices)
damned,

(voices)
damned, damned, damned,
damned, damned.

(Man)
come to thine
enticed damnation.

(Woman)
the devil will tear
thy flesh, Faustus.

(Man)
Faustus, thy soul...

(Woman) the devil will tear
thee to pieces, Faustus.

Ah, Faustus,

now hast thou
but one bare hour to live.

Then thou must he damned

perpetually.

Stand still,
you ever-moving
spheres of heaven,

that time may cease
and midnight never come.

Fair nature's eye, rise,

rise again,
and make perpetual day,

or let this hour be
but a year, a month,
a week, a natural day.

That Faustus may
repent and save his soul.

[Speaking Latin]

The stars move still,

time runs,

the clock will strike,

the devil will come,

and Faustus must be damned!

O, I'll leap up to my god!

Who pulls me down?

See,

see where Christ's blood
streams in the firmament!

One drop would save
my soul, half a drop.

Ah, my Christ!

[Yells]

Rend not my heart
for naming of my Christ!

Yet will I call on him.

Oh, spare me, Lucifer!

Where is it now?

'Tis gone!

See where god stretches
out his arms

and bends his ireful brows.

Mountains and hills, come,

come and fall on me,

and hide me
from the heavy wrath of god!

No.

No.

Then I will headlong run
into the earth.

Earth,

gape!

[Clock strikes]

No,

it will not harbor me.

You, stars,

that reigned at my nativity,

whose influence hath allotted
death and hell,

now draw up Faustus
like a foggy mist

into the entrails
of yon laboring clouds

that when they
vomit forth into the air,

my limbs may issue
from their smoky mouths

so that my soul may
but ascend to heaven.

[Clock strikes]

Ah, half the hour is passed.

It will all be passed anon.

O, god, if thou wilt not
have mercy on my soul,

yet for Christ's sake,
whose blood hath ransomed me,

impose some end
to my incessant pain.

Let Faustus live
in hell 1,000 years,

100,000, and at last be saved.

O, no end is limited
to damned souls.

Why wert thou not
a creature-wanting soul?

Or why is this immortal
that thou hast?

Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis,

were that true,
this soul should fly from me

and I be changed
into some brutish beast.

All beasts are happy,

for when they die
their souls are soon
dissolved in elements.

But mine must live still
to be plagued in hell.

Cursed be the parents
that engendered me!

No, Faustus, curse thyself.
Curse Lucifer

that hath deprived thee
of the joys of heaven.

[Clock striking]

[Gasps]

It strikes, it strikes.

Now, body, turn to air,

or Lucifer will bear
thee quick to hell!

[Rumbling]

[Voices screaming]

Soul, be changed
into little water drops

and fall into the ocean,
ne'er to be found.

My god,

my god!
Look not so fierce on me!

[Screaming continues]

Adders and serpents,
let me breathe awhile.

Ugly hell, gape not!

Come not, Lucifer.

I'll burn my books!

[Laughing]

Ah, Mephistophilis!

[Helen laughing]

[Voices wailing]

(Faustus)
a year, a month, a week,
a natural day

that Faustus may
repent and save his soul.

(Male voice)
Faustus, too late!

Too late!

Faustus!

(Faustus)
too late
not to deceive.

[Yelling]

(Faustus)
oh, whither shall I fly?

If unto god,
he'll throw me down
to hell!

Ah, Faustus!

(Male voice #1)
You are damned, Faustus!

(Male voice #2)
Too late, Faustus!

(Male voice #3)
You're damned forever,
Faustus.

[Voices continue wailing]

(Female voice)
Damned! Damned! Damned!

(Faustus)
see where Christ's blood
streams in the firmament!

One drop would save
my soul, half a drop.

Ah, my Christ!

[Voices screaming]

(Voice)
the devil will tear
thy flesh!

(Faustus)
o, Faustus, they are come
to fetch thy soul.

(Male voice #4)
Burn him, Lucifer.

Burn forever, Faustus.

(Faustus)
too late, too late
to repent, Faustus!

I call thee doomed!

Eternal damnation!

(Male voice #5)
Condemned to die!

(Faustus)
condemned to die!
Condemned to die!

Condemned to die!

[Faustus speaking Latin]

(Faustus)
the reward of sin is death.

[Bell tolling]