Christopher Marlowe, The Final Scenes of the B-Text of Doctor Faustus

[Click on image to enlarge] Marlowe's tragedy Doctor Faustus (NAEL 8, 1.1023–1057) is one powerful episode in a much longer history. The story of the magician Faust had been told before and would be retold centuries later by Goethe among others. The figure of the brilliant scholar who sells his soul to the devil has inspired a wide range of creative adaptations and may be glimpsed, often transformed radically in form and context, in contemporary music, poetry, drama, film, and other media. Faust has the shape-changing power of a myth: the celebrated expression of this myth in Marlowe's late-sixteenth-century play is continually refashioned to articulate new understandings of transgressive ambition, despair, and damnation. Yet even Marlowe's play does not constitute a single stable point on this timeline, for there exist two strikingly different versions.

In 1602 the theatrical financier Philip Henslowe recorded in his diary the payment of £4 "unto William Birde and Samuel Rowley for their additions in Doctor Faustus." These additions saw print in 1616, in the altered and much enlarged edition of the play known as the B-text. (Another theory holds that the B-text is the original version while the shorter A-text, on which the version in the Norton Anthology is based, is the product of memorial reconstruction.)

Here we present the final scenes of the two versions side by side for easy comparison. Each version includes passages not found in the other, as well as many more subtle variations. The absence in the B-text of most references to "God" and "Christ" — often replaced by "heaven" — reflects a law passed in 1606, prohibiting players from using "the name of God or of Christ Jesus, or of the Holy Ghost or of the Trinity." The B-text places much more emphasis on vulgar comedy and graphic descriptions of physical torment. But the difference is not simply a matter of taste and terminology; the final scene of the B-text casts sudden and chilling doubt on the extent of the magician's free will.

A-text

SCENE 12

[Enter FAUSTUS, (and MEPHASTOPHILIS), with two or three SCHOLARS.]

1 SCHOLAR. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair ladies, which was the beautifullest in all the world, we 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 beholding unto you.
FAUSTUS. 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,
Than when Sir Paris crossed the seas with her,
And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. >> note 1
Be silent then, for danger is in words.

[Music sounds, and HELEN passeth over the stage.]

2 SCHOLAR. Too simple is my wit to tell her praise,
Whom all the world admires for majesty.
3 SCHOLAR. No marvel though the angry Greeks pursued
With ten years' war the rape of such a queen,
Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare.
1 SCHOLAR. Since we have seen the pride of Natures works,
And only paragon of excellence,
Let us depart; and for this glorious deed
Happy and blest be Faustus evermore.
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen farewell; the same wish I to you.

Exeunt SCHOLARS.
Enter an OLD MAN.

B-text

SCENE 12

Enter FAUSTUS, MEPHASTOPHILIS, and two or three SCHOLARS.

1 SCHOLAR. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair ladies, which was the beautifullest in all the world, we have determined with our selves, that Helen of Greece was the admirablest lady that ever lived. Therefore, master doctor, if you will do us so much favor as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you.
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is unfeigned,
It is not Faustus' custom to deny
The just request of those that wish him well,
You shall behold that peerless dame of Greece,
No otherwise for pomp or majesty,
Than when Sir Paris crossed the seas with her,
And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. >> note 2
Be silent then, for danger is in words.

Music sounds, MEPHASTOPHILIS brings in Helen, she passeth over the stage.

2 SCHOLAR. Was this fair Helen, whose admired worth
Made Greece with ten years wars afflict poor Troy?
3 SCHOLAR. Too simple is my wit to tell her worth,
Whom all the world admires for majesty.
1 SCHOLAR. Now we have seen the pride of Nature's work,
We'll take our leaves, and for this blessed sight
Happy and blessed be Faustus evermore.

Exeunt SCHOLARS.

FAUSTUS. Gentlemen farewell; the same wish I to you.

Enter an OLD MAN.

OLD MAN. Ah Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail
To guide thy steps unto the way of life,
By which sweet path thou may'st attain the goal
That shall conduct thee to celestial rest.
Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears,
Tears falling from repentant heaviness
Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness,
The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul
With such flagitious crimes of heinous sins,
As no commiseration may expel;
But mercy, Faustus, of thy savior sweet,
Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt.
FAUSTUS. Where art thou Faustus? Wretch, what hast thou done!
Damned art thou Faustus, damned; despair and die!

MEPHASTOPHILIS gives him a dagger.

Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice
Says, "Faustus, come: thine hour is come"!
And Faustus will come to do thee right.
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.
FAUSTUS. Ah my sweet friend, I feel thy words
To comfort my distressed soul;
Leave me awhile to ponder on my sins.
OLD MAN. I go, sweet Faustus; but with heavy cheer,
Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul.
FAUSTUS. Accursed Faustus, where is 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?
MEPHASTOPHILIS. Thou traitor, Faustus: I arrest thy soul
For disobedience to my sovereign lord.
Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh.
FAUSTUS. Sweet Mephastophilis, entreat thy lord
To pardon my unjust presumption;
And with my blood again I will confirm
My former vow I made to Lucifer.
MEPHASTOPHILIS. Do it then quickly, with unfeigned heart,
Lest greater danger do attend thy drift.
FAUSTUS. Torment, sweet friend, that base and crooked age
That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer,
With greatest torments that our hell affords.
MEPHASTOPHILIS. His faith is great, I cannot touch his soul,
But what I may afflict his body with,
I will attempt — which is but little worth.
FAUSTUS. One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee,
To glut the longing of my heart's desire:
That I might have unto my paramour
That heavenly Helen which I saw of late,
Whose sweet embracings may extinguish clean
These thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow:
And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer.
MEPHASTOPHILIS. Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire,
Shall be performed in twinkling of an eye.

[Enter HELEN.]

FAUSTUS. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet 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 be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena!

[Enter OLD MAN.]

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, >> note 3
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O thou art fairer than the evening air,
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars,
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appeared to hapless Semele; >> note 4
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's >> note 5
And none but thou shall be my paramour.

[Exeunt (FAUSTUS and HELEN).]

OLD MAN. Accursed Faustus, miserable man,
That from thy soul exclud'st the grace of heaven,
And fliest the throne of his tribunal seat!

[Enter the DEVILS.]

Satan begins to sift me with his pride, >> note 6
As in this furnace God shall try my faith.
My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee!
Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smiles
At your repulse, and laughs your state to scorn.
Hence hell, for hence I fly unto my God.

[Exeunt.]

OLD MAN. O gentle Faustus, leave this damned art
This magic, that will charm thy soul to hell,
And quite bereave thee of salvation.
Though thou hast now offended like a man,
Do not persevere in it like a devil.
Yet, yet, thou hast an amiable soul,
If sin by custom grow not into nature:
Then Faustus, will repentance come too late,
Then thou art banished from the sight of heaven.
No mortal can express the pains of hell.
It may be this my exhortation
Seems harsh, and all unpleasant. Let it not,
For gentle son, I speak it not in wrath.
Or envy of thee, but in tender love,
And pity of thy future misery,
And so have hope, that this my kind rebuke,
Checking thy body, may amend thy soul.

SCENE 13

[Enter FAUSTUS with the SCHOLARS.]

FAUSTUS. Ah, gentlemen!
2 SCHOLAR. What ails Faustus?
FAUSTUS. 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 not?
2 SCHOLAR. What means Faustus?
3 SCHOLAR. Belike he is grown into some sickness, by being oversolitary.
1 SCHOLAR. If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him; 'tis but a surfeit: >> note 7 never fear, man.
FAUSTUS. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body and soul.
2 SCHOLAR. Yet Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's mercies are infinite.
FAUSTUS. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned! The serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. Ah gentlemen, hear with patience, and tremble not at my speeches, though my heart pants and quivers to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years — O would I had never seen Wittenberg, never read book — and what wonders I have done, all Wittenberg 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, ah, hell for ever! Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever?
2 SCHOLAR. Yet Faustus, call on God.
FAUSTUS. On God, whom Faustus hath abjured? On God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed? O my God — I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears! gush forth blood, instead of tears — yea, life and soul! O, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold 'em, they hold 'em!
ALL. Who, Faustus?
FAUSTUS. Lucifer and Mephastophilis! Ah gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning.
ALL. God forbid!
FAUSTUS. God forbade it indeed, but Faustus hath done it: for the vain pleasure of four-and-twenty 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.
1 SCHOLAR. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?
FAUSTUS. 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 'tis too late. Gentlemen away, lest you perish with me!
2 SCHOLAR. O what shall we do to save Faustus?
3 SCHOLAR. God will strengthen me. I will stay with Faustus.
1 SCHOLAR. Tempt not God, sweet friend, but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.
FAUSTUS. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.
2 SCHOLAR. Pray thou, and we will pray, that God may have mercy upon thee.
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen farewell. If I live till morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell.
ALL. Faustus, farewell.

Exeunt SCHOLARS.
[The clock strikes eleven.]

FAUSTUS. Ah Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be 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.
O lente, lente currite noctis equi! >> note 8
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 —
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ;
Yet will I call on him — O spare me, Lucifer!
Where is it now? 'Tis gone: and see where God
Stretcheth out his arm, 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 will I headlong run into the earth:
Earth, gape! O 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 cloud,
That when you vomit forth into the air,
My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
So that my soul may but ascend to heaven. >> note 9

[The watch strikes.]

Ah, half the hour is past: 'twill all be past 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 a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, 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?
O, Pythagoras' metempsychosis >> note 10 — were that true,
This soul should fly from me, and I be changed
Unto some brutish beast:
All beasts are happy, for when they die;
Their souls are soon dissolved in elements,
But mine must live still >> note 11 to be plagued in hell.
Cursed be the parents that engendered me:
No Faustus, curse thy self, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.

[The clock strikes twelve.]

O it strikes, it strikes! Now body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick >> note 12 to hell.

[Thunder, and lightning.]

O soul, be changed 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.]

Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
Ugly hell gape not! Come not, Lucifer!
I'll burn my books — O, Mephastophilis!

[Exeunt with him.]

EPILOGUE

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel >> note 13 bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.
Faustus is gone! Regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune >> note 14 may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at >> note 15 unlawful things:
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits,
To practice more than heavenly power permits.

SCENE 13

Thunder. Enter LUCIFER, BEELZEBUB, and MEPHASTOPHILIS.

LUCIFER. Thus from infernal Dis >> note 16 do we ascend
To view the subjects of our monarchy,
Those souls which sin seals the black sons of hell,
'Mong which as chief, Faustus we come to thee,
Bringing with us lasting damnation,
To wait upon thy soul; the time is come
Which makes it forfeit.
MEPHASTOPHILIS. And this gloomy night,
Here in this room will wretched Faustus be.
BEELZEBUB. And here we'll stay,
To mark him how he doth demean himself.
MEPHASTOPHILIS. How should he, but in desperate lunacy.
Fond >> note 17 worldling, now his heart blood dries with grief;
His conscience kills it, and his laboring brain,
Begets a world of idle fantasies,
To over-reach the Devil; but all in vain,
His store of pleasures must be sauced with pain.
He and his servant Wagner are at hand,
Both come from drawing Faustus' latest >> note 18 will.
See where they come.

Enter FAUSTUS and WAGNER.

FAUSTUS. Say Wagner, thou hast perused my will,
How dost thou like it?
WAGNER. Sir, so wondrous well,
As in all humble duty, I do yield
My life and lasting service for your love.

Enter the SCHOLARS.

FAUSTUS. Gramercies, >> note 19 Wagner. Welcome gentlemen.
1 SCHOLAR. Now, worthy Faustus, me thinks your looks are changed.
FAUSTUS. O, gentlemen!
2 SCHOLAR. What ails Faustus?
FAUSTUS. Ah. my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee, then had I lived still, but now must die eternally. Look, sirs, comes he not, comes he not?
1 SCHOLAR. O my dear Faustus, what imports this fear?
2 SCHOLAR. Is all our pleasure turned to melancholy?
3 SCHOLAR. He is not well with being oversolitary.
2 SCHOLAR. If it be so, we'll have physicians, and Faustus shall be cured.
3 SCHOLAR. 'Tis but a surfeit, >> note 20 sir, fear nothing.
FAUSTUS. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body and soul.
2 SCHOLAR. Yet Faustus, look up to heaven, and remember mercy is infinite.
FAUSTUS. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned! The serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. O gentlemen, hear with patience, and tremble not at my speeches, though my heart pant and quiver to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years — O would I had never seen Wittenberg, never read book — and 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, O, hell for ever! Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever?
2 SCHOLAR. Yet Faustus, call on God.
FAUSTUS. On God, whom Faustus hath abjured? On God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed? O my God — I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears! gush forth blood, instead of tears — yea, life and soul! O, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold 'em, they hold 'em!
ALL. Who, Faustus?
FAUSTUS. Why, Lucifer and Mephastophilis!
O gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning.
ALL. O, God forbid!
FAUSTUS. God forbade it indeed, but Faustus hath done it: for the vain pleasure of four-and-twenty years hath Faustus lost eternal joy and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood, the date is expired, this is the time, and he will fetch me.
1 SCHOLAR. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?
FAUSTUS. Oft have I thought to have done so, but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces if I named God, to fetch me body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity; and now 'tis too late. Gentlemen away, lest you perish with me!
2 SCHOLAR. O what may we do to save Faustus?
FAUSTUS. Talk not of me, but save yourselves and depart.
3 SCHOLAR. God will strengthen me. I will stay with Faustus.
1 SCHOLAR. Tempt not God, sweet friend, but let us into the next room, and pray for him.
FAUSTUS. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.
2 SCHOLAR. Pray thou, and we will pray, that God may have mercy upon thee.
FAUSTUS. Gentlemen farewell. If I live till morning, I'll visit you;
if not, Faustus is gone to hell.
ALL. Faustus, farewell.

Exeunt SCHOLARS.

MEPHASTOPHILIS. Ay Faustus, now thou hast no hope of heaven,
Therefore despair, think only upon hell,
For that must be thy mansion, there to dwell.
FAUSTUS. O thou bewitching fiend, 'twas thy temptation
Hath robbed me of eternal happiness.
MEPHASTOPHILIS. I do confess it, Faustus, and rejoice;
'Twas I, that when thou wert i'the way to heaven,
Dammed up thy passage; when thou took'st the book,
To view the scriptures, then I turned the leaves
And led thine eye.
What, weep'st thou? 'Tis too late, despair, farewell:
Fools that will laugh on earth, must weep in hell.

Exit.
Enter the GOOD ANGEL and the BAD ANGEL, at several doors.

GOOD ANGEL. O Faustus, if thou hadst given ear to me,
Innumerable joys had followed thee.
But thou didst love the world.
BAD ANGEL. Gave ear to me, and now must taste hell's pains perpetually.
GOOD ANGEL. O what will all thy riches, pleasures, pomps,
Avail thee now?
BAD ANGEL. Nothing but vex thee more,
To want in hell, that had on earth such store.

Music while the throne descends.

GOOD ANGEL. O thou hast lost celestial happiness,
Pleasures unspeakable, bliss without end.
Hadst thou affected sweet divinity
Hell, or the Devil, had had no power on thee.
Hadst thou kept on that way, Faustus behold,
In what resplendent glory thou hadst set
In yonder throne, like those bright shining Saints,
And triumphed over hell. That hast thou lost,
And now poor soul must thy good angel leave thee,
The jaws of hell are open to receive thee.

Exit.
Hell is discovered. >> note 21

BAD ANGEL. Now Faustus let thine eyes with horror stare
Into that vast perpetual torture-house,
There are the Furies >> note 22 tossing damned souls,
On burning forks, there bodies boil in lead.
There are live quarters broiling on the coals,
That ne'er can die. This ever-burning chair
Is for o'er-tortured souls to rest them in.
These, that are fed with sops >> note 23 of flaming fire,
Were gluttons and loved only delicates,
And laughed to see the poor starve at their gates.
But yet all these are nothing, thou shalt see
Ten thousand tortures that more horrid be.
FAUSTUS. O, I have seen enough to torture me.
BAD ANGEL. Nay, thou must feel them, taste the smart of all:
He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall.
And so I leave thee Faustus till anon,
Then wilt thou tumble in confusion.

Exit.
The Clock strikes eleven.

FAUSTUS. O Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be 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.
O lente, lente currite noctis equi! >> note 24
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 heaven! Who pulls me down?
One drop of blood will save me: O my Christ —
Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ;
Yet will I call on him — O spare me, Lucifer!
Where is it now? 'Tis gone.
And see a threatening arm, an angry brow!
Mountains and hills, come, come and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of heaven.
No? Then will I headlong run into the earth:
Gape, earth! O 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 cloud,
That when you vomit forth into the air,
My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
But let my soul mount, and ascend to heaven. >> note 25

The watch strikes.

O, half the hour is past: 'twill all be past anon.
O, if my soul must suffer for my sin,
Impose some end to my incessant pain:
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be saved.
No end is limited >> note 26 to damned souls!
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
O, Pythagoras' metempsychosis >> note 27 — 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 >> note 28 to be plagued in hell.
Cursed be the parents that engendered me:
No Faustus, curse thy self, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.

The clock strikes twelve.

It strikes, it strikes! Now body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick >> note 29 to hell.
O soul, be changed into small water drops,
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found.

Thunder, and enter the devils.

O mercy, heaven, look not so fierce on me!
Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
Ugly hell gape not! Come not, Lucifer!
I'll burn my books — O, Mephastophilis!

Exeunt.

SCENE 13a

Enter the SCHOLARS.

1 SCHOLAR. Come gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus,
For such a dreadful night was never seen,
Since first the world's creation did begin.
Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard.
Pray heaven the doctor have escaped the danger.
2 SCHOLAR. O help us, heaven! See, here are Faustus' limbs,
All torn asunder by the hand of death.
3 SCHOLAR. The devils whom Faustus served have torn him thus;
For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, me thought
I heard him shriek and call aloud for help;
At which self >> note 30 time the house seemed all on fire,
With dreadful horror of these damned fiends.
2 SCHOLAR. Well gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such
As every Christian heart laments to think on,
Yet for he was a scholar, once admired
For wondrous knowledge in our German schools,
We'll give his mangled limbs due burial;
And all the students clothed in mourning black,
Shall wait upon his heavy funeral.

Exeunt.

EPILOGUE

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel >> note 31 bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.
Faustus is gone! Regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune >> note 32 may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at >> note 33 unlawful things:
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits,
To practice more than heavenly power permits.


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