Dramatis Personae Chorus Faustus Wagner Good Angel Evil Angel Valdes Cornelius First Scholar Second Scholar Mephostophilis Robin, a Clown Lucifer Beelzebub Sins Pride Covetousness Wrath Gluttony Envy Sloth Lechery The Pope The Cardinal of Lorraine a Friar Ralph, a clown a Vintner The Emperor a Knight Alexander his Paramour a Horse-corser The Duke of Vanholt Duchess Third Scholar Helen (of Greece) an Old Man Devils Friars Attendants The Tragicall History of D. Faustus (1604) Enter Chorus. Not marching now in fields of Thracimene, Where Mars did mate the Carthaginians, Nor sporting in the dalliance of loue, In courts of Kings where state is ouerturnd, Nor in the pompe of prowd audacious deedes, Intends our Muse to daunt his heauenly verse: Onely this (Gentlemen) we must performe, The forme of Faustus fortunes good or bad. To patient Iudgements we appeale our plaude, And speake for Faustus in his infancie: Now is he borne, his parents base of stocke, In Germany, within a towne calld Rhodes: Of riper yeeres to Wertenberg he went, Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him vp, So soone tree profites in Diuinitie, The fruitfull plot of Scholerisme grac't, That shortly he was grac't with Doctors name, Excelling all, whose sweete delight disputes In heauenly matters of Theologie, Till swolne with cunning of a selfe conceit, His waxen wings did mount aboue his reach, And melting heauens conspirde his ouerthrow. For falling to a diuelish exercise, And glutted more with learnings golden gifts, He surffets vpon cursed Negromancy, Nothing so sweete as magicke is to him Which he preferres before his chiefest blisse, And this the man that in his study sits. Exit. Sc. 1 Enter Faustus in his Study. Faustus Settle thy studies Faustus, and beginne To sound the deapth of that thou wilt professe: Hauing commencde, be a Diuine in shew, Yet leuell at the end of euery Art, And liue and die in Aristotles workes: Sweete Anulatikes tis thou hast rauisht me, Bene disserere est finis logicis, Is, to dispute well, Logickes chiefest end Affoords this Art no greater myracle: Then reade no more, thou hast attaind the end: A greater subiect fitteth Faustus wit, Bid Oncaymaeon farewell, Galen come: Seeing, vbi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus. Be a physition Faustus, heape vp golde, And be eternizde for some wondrous cure, Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physicke is our bodies health: Why Faustus, hast thou not attaind that end? Is not thy common talke sound Aphorismes? Are not thy billes hung vp as monuments, whereby whole Citties haue escapt the plague, And thousand desprate maladies beene easde, Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man wouldst thou make man to liue eternally? Or being dead, raise them to life againe? Then this profession were to be esteemd. Physicke farewell, where is Iustinian? Si vna eademq'3 res legatus duobus, Alter rem alter valorem rei, &c. A pretty case of paltry legacies: Ex haereditari filium non potest pater nisi: Such is the subiect of the institute And vniuersall body of the Church: His study fittes a mercenary drudge, who aimes at nothing but externall trash, The deuill and illiberall for me : when all is done, Diuinitie is best. Ieromes Bible, Faustus, view it well. Stipendium peccati mors est: ha, Stipendium, &c. The reward of sinne is death: thats hard. Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, & nulla est in nobis veritas. If we say that we haue no sinne, We deceiue our selues, and theres no truth in vs. Why then belike we must sinne, And so consequently die. I, we must die an euerlasting death: What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What wil be, shall be? Diuinitie, adieu, These Metaphisickes of Magicians, And Negromantike bookes are heauenly Lines, circles, sceanes, letters and characters: I, these are those that Faustus most desires. O what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honor, of omnipotence Is promised to the studious Artizan? All things that mooue betweene the quiet poles Shalbe at my commaund, Emperours and Kings, Are but obeyd in their seuerall prouinces: Nor can they raise the winde, or rend the cloudes: But his dominion that exceedes in this, Stretcheth as farre as doth the minde of man. A sound Magician is a mighty god: Heere Faustus trie thy braines to gaine a deitie. Enter Wagner. Wagner, commend me to my deerest friends, The Germaine Valdes, and Cornelius, Request them earnestly to visite me. Wag. I wil sir. exit. Fau. Their conference will be a greater help to me, Thn all my labours, plodde I nere so fast. Enter the good Angell and the euill Angell. Good. A. O Faustus, lay that damned booke aside, And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soule, And heape Gods heauy wrath vpon thy head, Reade, reade the scriptures, that is blasphemy. Euill A. Go forward Faustus in that famous art, Wherein all natures treasury is containd: Be thou on earth as Ioue is in the skie, Lord and commaunder of these Elements. Exeunt. Fau. How am I glutted with conceit of this? Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolue me of all ambiguities, Performe what desperate enterprise I will? Ile haue them flye to India for gold, Ransacke the Ocean for orient pearle, And search all corners of the new found world For pleasant fruites and princely delicates: Ile haue them reade mee straunge philosophie, And tell the secrets of all forraine kings, Ile haue them wall all Iermany with brasse, And make swift Rhine circle faire Wertenberge Ile haue them fill the publike schooles with skill. Wherewith the students shalbe brauely clad: Ile leuy souldiers with the coyne they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And raigne sole king of all our prouinces: Yea stranger engines for the brunt of warre, Then was the fiery keele at Antwarpes bridge, Ile make my seruile spirits to inuent: Come Germaine Valdes and Cornelius, And make me blest with your sage conference, Valdes,sweete Valdes, and Cornelius, Enter Valdes and Cornelius. Know that your words haue woon me at the last, To practice Magicke and concealed arts: Yet not your words onely, but mine owne fantasie, That will receiue no object for my head, But ruminates on Negromantique skill, Philosophy is odious and obscure, Both Law and Phisicke are for pettie wits, Diuinitie is basest of the three, Vnpleasant, harsh, contemptible and vilde, Tis Magicke, Magicke that hath rauisht mee, Then gentle friends ayde me in this attempt, And I that haue with Consissylogismes Graueld the Pastors of the Germaine Church, And made the flowring pride of Wertenberge Swarme to my Problemes as the infernall spirits On sweet Musoeus when he came to hell, Will be as cunning as Agrippa was, Whose shadowes made all Europe honor him. Vald. Faustus, these bookes thy wit and our experience Shall make all nations to canonize vs, As Indian Moores obey their Spanish Lords, So shall the subiects of euery element Be alwaies seruiceable to vs three, Like Lyons shall they guard vs when we please, Like Almaine Rutters with their horsemens staues, Or Lapland Gyants trotting by our sides, Sometimes like women, or vnwedded maides, Shadowing more beautie in their ayrie browes, Then in their white breasts of the queene of Loue: For Venice shall they dregge huge Argoces, And from America the golden fleece, That yearely stuffes olde Philips treasury If learned Faustus will be resolute. Fau. Valdes as resolute am I in this As thou to liue, therefore obiect it not. Corn. The myracles that Magicke will performe, Will make thee vow to studie nothing else, He that is grounded in Astrologie, Inricht with tongues well seene minerals, Hath all the principles Magicke doth require, Then doubt not (Faustus) but to be renowmd, And more frequented for this mystery, Then heretofore the Dolphian Oracle. The spirits tell me they can drie the sea, And fetch the treasure of all forraine wrackes, I, all the wealth that our forefathers hid Within the massie entrailes of the earth. Then tell me Faustus, what shal we three want? Fau. Nothing Cornelius, O this cheares my soule, Come shewe me some demonstrations magicall, That I may conjure in some lustie groue, And haue these ioyes in full possession. Val. Then haste thee to some solitary groue, And beare wise Bacons and Albanus workes, The Hebrew Psalter, and new Testament, And whatsoeuer else is requisit Wee will enforme thee ere our conference cease. Cor. Valdes, first let him know the words of art, And then all other ceremonies learnd, Faustus may trie his cunning by himselfe. Val. First Ile instruct thee in the rudiments, And then wilt thou be perfecter then I. Fau. Then come and dyne with me, and after meate We'le canuas euery quidditie thereof: For ere I sleepe Ile trie what I can do, This night I'le coniure though I die therefore. Exeunt.

Dramatis Personae Chorus Faustus Wagner Good Angel Evil Angel Valdes Cornelius First Scholar Second Scholar Mephistophilis Robin, a Clown Lucifer Beelzebub Sins Pride Covetousness Wrath Gluttony Envy Sloth Lechery The Pope The Cardinal of Lorraine a Friar Ralph, a clown a Vintner The Emperor a Knight Alexander his Paramour a Horse-courser The Duke of Vanholt Duchess Third Scholar Helen (of Greece) an Old Man Devils Friars Attendants The Tragical History of D. Faustus (1604) Enter Chorus. Not marching now in fields of Thrasimene, Where Mars did mate the Carthaginians, Nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of Kings where state is overturned, Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds, Intends our Muse to daunt his heavenly verse: Only this, (gentlemen: we must perform, The form of Faustus' fortunes good or bad. To patient Judgments we appeal our plaud, And speak for Faustus in his infancy. Now is he borne, his parents base of stock, In Germany, within a town called Rhodes: Of riper years to Wertenberg he went, Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up; So soon he profits in divinity, The fruitful plot of scholarism graced, That shortly he was graced with doctor's name, Excelling all, whose sweet delight disputes In heavenly matters of theology, 'Til swollen with cunning of a self conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspired his overthrow; For falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted more with learning's golden gifts, He surfeits upon cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss. And this the man that in his study sits. Exit. Sc. 1 Enter Faustus in his Study. Faustus 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 has ravished me: Bene disserere est finis logicis. Is, to dispute well, Logic's chiefest end? Affords this Art no greater miracle? Then read no more, thou has attained the end; A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit. Bid Oncaymaeon farewell; Galen come: Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus, Be a physician Faustus, heap up gold, And be eternis'd for some wondrous cure. Summum bonum medicinae sanitas: The end of physic is our bodies health. Why, Faustus, has thou not attained that end? Is not thy common talk sound aphorisms? Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, Whereby whole cities have escaped the plague, And thousand desperate maladies been eased? Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man. Wouldst thou make man to live eternally? Or, being dead, raise them to life again? Then this profession were to be esteemed. Physic farewell. Where is Justinian? Si una eademque res legatur duobus, Alter rem alter valorem rei, &c. A pretty case of paltry legacies: Exhaereditari filium non potest pater nisi, &c. Such is the subject of the institute And universal body of the Church. His study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash, The devil and illiberal for me : When all is done, divinity is best; Jerome's Bible, Faustus, view it well: Stipendium peccati mors est. Ha! Stipendium, &c. The reward of sin is death: that's hard. Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, & nulla est in nobis veritas.: If we say that we have no sin, We deceive our selves, and there's 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, Che sera, sera,: What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu. These Metaphysics of Magicians, And Necromantic books are heavenly; Lines, circles, scenes, letters and characters, Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. 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. Emperors and Kings, Are but obeyed in their several provinces: Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; But his dominion that exceeds in this, Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man. A sound magician is a mighty god: Here Faustus try thy brains to gain a deity. Enter Wagner. Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, The German Valdes, and Cornelius; Request them earnestly to visit me. Wagner I will sir. exit. Faustus Their conference will be a greater help to me, Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast. Enter the Good Angel and the Evil Angel. Good. Angel O Faustus, lay that damned book aside, And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul, And heap Gods 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. Exeunt. Faustus 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? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the Ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new found 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 faire Wertenberg; 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 chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And reign sole king of all our provinces; Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war, Then was the fiery keel at Antwarpe's bridge, I'll make my servile spirits to invent. Come, German Valdes and Cornelius, And make me blest with your sage conference. Valdes,sweet Valdes, and Cornelius, Enter 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, That will receive no object for my head, But ruminates on necromantic skill. Philosophy is odious and obscure, Both law and physic are for petty wits; Divinity is basest of the three, Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible and vile, 'Tis magic, magic that hath ravished Mephistophilis, Then, gentle friends, aide me in this attempt. And I that have with concise syllogisms Gravell'd the pastors of the German church, And made the flowering pride of Wertenberg Swarm to my problems, as the infernal spirits, On sweet Musoeus when he came to hell, Will be as cunning as Agrippa was, Whose shadows made all Europe honor him. Valdes Faustus, these books thy wit and our experience Shall make all nations to canonize us: As Indian Moores obey their Spanish Lords, So shall the subjects of every element Be always serviceable to us three, Like lions shall they guard us when we please, Like Almaine rutters with their horsemen's staves, Or Lapland giants trotting by our sides; Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids, Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows, Than in their white breasts of the queen of love, For Venice shall they drag huge Argoces, And from America the golden fleece, That yearly stuffs old Philips treasury, If learned Faustus will be resolute. Faustus Valdes as resolute am I in this As thou to live; therefore object it not. Cornelius The miracles that magic will perform, Will make thee vow to study nothing else, He that is grounded in Astrology, Enriched with tongues, well seen inminerals, Hath all the principles magic doth require. Then doubt not, (Faustus, but to be renowned, And more frequented for this mystery, Then heretofore the Delphian Oracle. The spirits tell me they can dry the sea, And fetch the treasure of all foreign wracks, Ay, all the wealth that our forefathers hid Within the massy entrails of the earth. Then tell me, Faustus, what shall we three want? Faustus Nothing, Cornelius; O this cheers my soul. Come show me some demonstrations magical, That I may conjure in some lusty grove, And have these joys in full possession. Valdes Then haste thee to some solitary grove, And bear wise Bacon's and Albanus' works, The Hebrew Psalter, and New Testament, And whatsoever else is requisite We will inform thee ere our conference cease. Cornelius Valdes, first let him know the words of art; And then, all other ceremonies learned, Faustus may try his cunning by himself. Valdes First I'll instruct thee in the rudiments. And then wilt thou be perfecter than I. Faustus 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. Exeunt.