Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice Says "Faustus! come! thine hour is [almost] come!"

And Faustus [now] will come to do thee right.
MEPHISTOPHILIS gives him a dagger.
Old Man. Ah stay, good Faustus, stay thy
desperate steps!

I see an angel hovers o'er thy head,
And, with a vial full of precious grace,
Offers to pour the same into thy soul:
Then call for mercy, and avoid despair.
Faust. Ah, my sweet friend, I feel
Thy words do comfort my distressed soul.
Leave me a while to ponder on my sins.

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Here will I dwell, for Heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
Enter OLD MAN.

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I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd; 100
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele:
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms:
And none but thou shalt be my paramour.

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Enter FAUSTUS with the SCHOLARS.

Faust. Ah, gentlemen!

1 Schol. What ails Faustus?

Faust. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee, then had I lived still! but now I die eternally. Look, comes he not, comes he [s not?

2 Schol. What means Faustus?

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

1 Schol. If it be so, we 'll have physicians to [10 cure him. 'T is but a surfeit. Never fear, man. Faust. A surfeit of deadly sin that hath damn'd both body and soul.

2 Schol. Yet, Faustus, look up to Heaven; remember God's mercies are infinite.

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Faust. But Faustus' offences can never be pardoned the serpent that tempted Eve may be sav'd, but not Faustus. Ah, gentlemen, hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! Though my heart pants and quiv- [20 ers to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years, oh, would I had never seen Wittenberg, never read book! And what wonders I have done, all Germany can witness, yea, the world; for which Faustus hath lost both [15 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, ah, hell, for ever! Sweet friends! what shall become of Faustus being in hell for ever?

4 The same.

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1 Schol. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee? Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so; but the Devil threat'ned to tear me in pieces if I nam'd God; to fetch both body and soul if I [55 once gave ear to divinity: and now 't is too late. Gentlemen, away! lest you perish with me.

2 Schol. Oh, what shall we do to save Faustus? Faust. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart.

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3 Schol. God will strengthen me. I will stay with Faustus.

1 Schol. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.

Faust. Ay, pray for me, pray for me! and [05 what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.

2 Schol. Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have mercy upon thee.

Faust. Gentlemen, farewell! If I live till [70 morning I'll visit you: if not - Faustus is gone to hell.

All. Faustus, farewell!

Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer! Where is it now? T is gone; and see where God Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!

Mountain and hills come, come and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God! No! no!

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Then will I headlong run into the earth;
Earth gape! O no, it will not harbour me!
You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist
Into the entrails of yon labouring 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.
The watch strikes [the half hour).
Ah, half the hour is past! 'T will all be past

anon!

O God!

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If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
Yet for Christ's sake whose blood hath ransom'd

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Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
But mine must live, still to be plagu'd in hell.
Curst be the parents that engend'red me!
No, Faustus: curse thyself: curse Lucifer
That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of Heaven.
The clock striketh twelve.
O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell.
Thunder and lightning.
O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops,
And fall into the ocean— - ne'er be found.
My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!
Enter DEVILS.

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Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile!
Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer!
I'll burn my books!-Ah Mephistophilis!
Exeunt [DEVILS with FAUSTUS.]

Enter CHORUS.

[Cho.] Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,

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And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,
That sometimes grew within this learned man.
Faustus is gone; regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practise more than heavenly power permits.

[Exit.]

Terminat hora diem, terminat author opus.

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[ACT I

SCENE I.]

Enter BARABAS in his counting-house, with heaps of gold before him.

Bar. So that of thus much that return was made:

And of the third part of the Persian ships,
There was the venture summ'd and satisfied.
As for those Samnites, and the men of Uz,
That bought my Spanish oils and wines of
Greece,

Here have I purs'd their paltry silverlings.
Fie, what a trouble 't is to count this trash!
Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay
The things they traffic for with wedge of gold,
Whereof a man may easily in a day

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Tell that which may maintain him all his life.
The needy groom that never fing'red groat,
Would make a miracle of thus much coin;
But he whose steel-barr'd coffers are cramm'd

full,

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And all his lifetime hath been tired,
Wearying his fingers' ends with telling it,
Would in his age be loth to labour so,
And for a pound to sweat himself to death.
Give me the merchants of the Indian mines,
That trade in metal of the purest mould;
The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks
Without control can pick his riches up,
And in his house heap pearl like pebble-stones,
Receive them free,and sell them by the weight;
Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts,
Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds,
Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds,

And seld-seen 3 costly stones of so great price
As one of them indifferently rated,
And of a carat of this quantity,

May serve in peril of calamity

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[But] go, go thou thy ways, discharge thy ship, And bid my factor bring his loading in.

And yet I wonder at this argosy.

[Exit Merch.]

Enter a second Merchant.

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2 Merch. Thine argosy from Alexandria, Know, Barabas, doth ride in Malta-road, Laden with riches, and exceeding store Of Persian silks, of gold, and orient pearl. Bar. How chance you came not with those other ships That sail'd by Egypt?

2 Merch.

Sir, we saw 'em not.

Bar. Belike they coasted round by Candy shore

About their oils, or other businesses.
But 't was ill done of you to come so far
Without the aid or conduct of their ships.

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2 Merch. Sir, we were wafted by a Spanish fleet,

That never left us till within a league,
That had the galleys of the Turk in chase.
Bar. O! they were going up to Sicily. -
Well, go,

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And bid the merchants and my men despatch And come ashore, and see the fraught discharg'd.

Enter them at the custom-house.

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There's Kirriah Jairim, the great Jew of Greece,
Obed in Bairseth, Nones in Portugal,
Myself in Malta, some in Italy,

Many in France, and wealthy every one;
Ay, wealthier far than any Christian.

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I must confess we come not to be kings;
That's not our fault: alas, our number's few,
And crowns come either by succession,
Or urg'd by force; and nothing violent
Oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
Give us a peaceful rule, make Christians kings,
That thirst so much for principality.
I have no charge, nor many children,
But one sole daughter, whom I hold as dear
As Agamemnon did his Iphigen;

And all I have is hers. But who comes here?

Enter three Jews.4

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Bar. Haply for neither, but to pass along Towards Venice by the Adriatic Sea; With whom they have attempted many times, But never could effect their stratagem.

3 Jew. And very wisely said. It may be so. 2 Jew. But there's a meeting in the senatehouse,

And all the Jews in Malta must be there.

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And, Barabas, now search this secret out;
Summon thy senses, call thy wits together:
These silly men mistake the matter clean.
Long to the Turk did Malta contribute;
Which tribute, all in policy, I fear,
The Turks have let increase to such a sum
As all the wealth of Malta cannot pay;
And now by that advantage thinks, belike,
To seize upon the town: ay, that he seeks.
Howe'er the world go, I'll make sure for one,
And seek in time to intercept the worst,
Warily guarding that which I ha' got.
Ego mihimet sum semper proximus.7
Why, let 'em enter, let 'em take the town.

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[Erit.]

Enter [FERNEZE,] Governor of Malta, Knights, [and Officers;] met by Bassoes of the Turk; CALYMATH.

Fern. Now, Bassoes, what demand you at our hands?

1 Bas. Know, Knights of Malta, that we came from Rhodes,

From Cyprus, Candy, and those other Isles
That lie betwixt the Mediterranean seas.

Fern. What 's Cyprus, Candy, and those other Isles

To us or Malta? What at our hands demand ye? Cal. The ten years' tribute that remains

unpaid.

Fern. Alas! my lord, the sum is over-great, I hope your highness will consider us. • Against.

5 Foolish

7 Misquoted from Terence's Andria, iv. 1, 12. The words should be "Proximus sum egomet mihi." (Ellis.) 8 Inside the council-house. Bashaws or Pashas