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THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF, DOCTOR FAUSTUS., , [From the Quarto of 160+.]
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THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF, DOCTOR FAUSTUS., , Enter Cuorus., , Cho. Not marching now in fields of Thrasymene, Where Mars did mate the Carthaginians;, Nor sporting in the dalliance of love,, In courts of kings, where state is overturn’d,, Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds,, Intends our Muse to vaunt 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. 10, Now is he born, his parents base of stock,, In Germany, within a town call’d 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 grac’d,, That shortly he was grac’d with doctor’s name,, Excelling all whose sweet delight disputes, In heavenly matters of theology;, Till swoln with cunning, of a ae Paan fi 20, , His waxen wings did mount above fis reach,, —Kcl felting, heavens conspir’d his overthrow;, For, falling to a devilish exercise,, And glutted now with learning’s golden gifts,, He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;, , Saal
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FAUSTUS., , tas magic 18 C0 him, lao,, ; eet as magic 18 © Nothing 0 before his chietest bliss, J Cc Ni a L ‘ ; . ., which he J that in his study si 8. 7, , And this the man, , ACT I., Scene I., Fausrus discovered in his study., , Faust, Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin, To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess :, Having commenc’d, be a divine in shew,, Yet level at the end of every art,, And live and die in Aristotle’s works., Sweet Analytics, ’tis thou hast ravish’d me!, Bene dissereve est finis logices., Is, to dispute well, logic’s chiefest end ?, Affords this art no greater miracle?, Then read no more; thou hast attain’d that end: 10, A greater subject fitteth Faustus’ wit;, Bid Oncaymaeon farewell, Galen come:, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus :, Be a physician, Faustus: heay up gold. “, And be etérniz’d for some wo a eae, Summum bonum medicine Sanitas, ma ae, The end of physic is our body, , hy, Faustus, Is not th, , hereby whole cities up as monuments, 0, , And t] have escap’, housand desperate mendes eee plague,
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scene 1] FAUSTUS. 5, , /, Fs, , Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man, “, Couldst thou make men to live eternally,, , Or, being dead, raise them to life again,, , Then this profession were to be esteem’d., Physic, farewell! Where is Justinian? [Reads, Si una eademque res legatur duobus, alter rem,, , Alier valorem rei, etc., , A pretty case of paltry legacies! [Reads., Exhereditare filium non potest pater, nist, etc. 31, Such is the subject of the institute,, , And universal body of the law:, , This study fits a mercenary drudge,, , Who aims at nothing but external trash;, , Too servile and illiberal for me., , When all is done, divinity is best:, , Jeromé’s Bible, Faustus; view it well. [Reads., Stipendium peccati mors est: Ha! Stipend ium,, , The reward of sin is death: that’s hard. [Reads., Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; 41, , If we say that 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, 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. 50, \O, what a world of profit and delight,, , \Of power, of honour, of omnipotence,, , \Is promis’d to the studious artizan!’, , All things that move between the quiet poles, Shall be at my command: emperors and kings
