The life and death of Doctor Faustus made into a farce by Mr. Mountford ; with the humours of Harlequin and Scaramouche, as they were several times acted ... at the Queens Theatre in Dorset Garden ...

The Life and Death of Dr. FAUSTUS.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

Dr. Faustus seated in his Chair, and reading in his Study.

Good and bad Angel ready.

Faust.

SEttle thy Study, Faustus, and begin To sound the Depth of that thou wilt profess; These Metaphysicks of Magicians, And Negromantick Books, are heav'nly Lines, Circles, Letters, Characters, Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires; A sound Magician is a Demi-God: Here tire my Brains to get a Deity.

Mephostopholis under the Stage. A good and bad Angel fly down.

Good Ang.

O Faustus I lay that damn'd Book aside; And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy heart to blasphemy.

Bad Ang.

Go forward, Faustus, in that famous Art Wherein all Natures Treasure is contain'd: Be thou on Earth as Iove is in the Sky, Lord and Commander of these Elements.

Spirits ascend.

Faust.

How am I glutted with conceit of this? Shall I make Spirits fetch me what I please? I'll have 'em fly to India for Gold, Ransack the Ocean for Orient Pearl.

I'll have 'em Wall all Germany with Brass; I'll levy Soldiers with the Coin they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our Land.

[Rises.

'Tis now the Dead high Noon of Night, And Lucifer his Spirits freedom gives; I'll try if in this Cricle I can Rai••e A Daemon to inform me what I long for.

Sin•• mihi Dii Ach••ron••is prop••tii, Orientis Princeps, Beelzebub, German. Demogorgon. Mephostopholis, Mephostopholis, surgat Spi∣ritus.

[Thunders.

Mephostopholis Speaks under Ground.

[Thunders.

Meph.

Faustus, I a••tend thy Will.

Faust.

Where are thou?

Meph.

Here.

[a Flash of Light.

Scar.

within.

Oh, oh, oh.

Faust.

What Noise is that? Hast thou any Companions with thee?

Meph.

No.

Faust.

It comes this way?

Scar.

Oh, oh, O—

[Enter Scaramouche.

Faust.

What ail'st thou?

Scar.

O' o' o'

Faust.

Speak, Fellow, what's the Matter?

Scar.

O Poor Scaramouche l'

Faust.

Speak, I conjure thee; or Achero••tis Dii Demo∣gorgon.—

Scar.

O I beseech you Conjure no more, for I am frigh∣ted into a Diabetes already.

Faust.

Frighted at what?

Scar.

I have seen, Oh, oh—

Faust.

What?

Scar.

Tho Devil.

Faust.

Art sure it was the Devil?

Scar.

The Devil, or the Devil's Companion: He had a Head like a Bulls, with Horns on; and two Eyes that glow'd like the Balls of a dark Lantern: His Hair stood a Tiptoe, like your new-fashion'd Top-kno••s; with a Mouth as large as a King's Beef Eater: His Nails was as sharp as a Welsh∣man's in Passion; and he look'd as frightful as a Sergeant to an Al••••tian.

Faust.

But why art thou a••raid of the Devil?

Scar.

Why I never said my Prayers in all my Life, but once; and that was when my damn'd Wife was sick, that

she might dye: My Ears are as deaf to good Council, as French Dragoons are to Mercy. And my Conscience wants as much sweeping as a Cook's Chimny. And I have as many Sins to answer for as a Church-warden, or an Overseer of the Poor.

Faust.

Why, the Devil loves Sinners at his Heart.

Scar.

Does he so?

Faust.

He hates none, but the Vertuous, and the Godly. Such as Fast, and go to Church, and give Alms-deeds.

Scar.

I never saw a Church in my Life, thank God, (I mean the Devil;) and for Fasting, it was always my Abo∣mination; and for Alms, I never gave any Thing in my Life, but the Itch once to a Pawn-broker. Therefore I hope he may Love me.

Faust.

And he shall Love thee; I'll bring the•• acquainted with him.

Scar.

Acquainted with the Devil?

Faust.

Ay; Tant•• m••tropon••is Acherontis.

Scar.

Oh, oh, oh.

Faust.

Fear nothing Mephostopholis, be visible.

[Scaramouche sinks behind the Doctor, and peeps his Head out behind the Slip of his Gown. A Devil rises in Thun∣der and Lightning.

I charge thee to be gon, and change thy Shape; thou art too ugly to attend on me. I find there's Virtue in my Charm; Come, rise up, Fool, the Devil's gon.

[The Devil sinks.

Scar.

The Devil go with him.

Faust.

Fear nothing, I command the Devil. If thou wilt leave thy Chimny-sweeping Trade, and live with me, thou shalt have Meat and Drink in Plenty; and 40 Crowns a Year shall be thy Wages; I'll make▪ thee Learned in the black Art.

Scar.

I am a Student in that already▪ But let me consider, Good Meat and Drink, and 40 Crowns a Year. Then I'll change my black Art for yours.

Faust.

There's Earnest, thou art now my Servant; dis∣pose of thy Brooms and Poles, they'll be useless to thee here; take this Key, go into my Study▪ and clean▪ take all the Books you find scatter'd about, and range 'em orderly upon the Shelves.

Scar.

Happy Scaramouche, now may'st thou Swear, Lye, Steal, Drink and Whore; for thy Master is the Devil's Master, and thou in time may'st master 'em both.

[Exit Scaram.

Enter Mephostopholis.

Meph.

Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have with me?

Faust.

I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live, And do what-ever Faustus shall command.

Meph.

Ay Faustus, so I will, if thou wilt purchase me of Lucifer.

Faust.

What says Lucifer, thy Lord?

Meph.

That I shall wait on Faustus whil'st he Lives, So thou wilt buy my Service with thy Blood.

Faust.

Already Faustus has hazarded that for thee.

Meph.

Ay, but thou must bequeath it solemnly, And write a Deed of Gift with it; For that Security craves Lucifer. If thou deny it, I must back to Hell.

Bad Ang.

But Faustus, if I shall have thy Soul, I'll be thy Slave, and worship thy Commands, And give thee more than thou hast Will of.

Faust.

If he will spare me Four and twenty Years, Letting me Live in all Voluptuousness, To have thee ever to attend on me, To give me whatsoever I shall ask, And tell me whatsoever I demand; On these Conditions I resign it to him.

Meph.

Then, Faustus, stab thy Arm couragiously, 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.

Faust.

Lo, Mephostopholis, for Love of thee, Faustus has cut His Arm, and with his proper Blood Assures his Soul to be great Lucifers.

Meph.

But, Faustus, write it in manner of a Deed, and Gift.

Faust.

Ay, so I do; but, Mephostopholis, my Blood con∣geals, and I can write no more.

Meph.

I'll fetch thee Fire to dissolve it streight.

[Exit.

Faust.

What might the staying of my Blood portend, It is unwilling I should write this Bill.

Good and bad Angel descend.

Good An.

Yet, Faustus, think upon thy precious Soul.

Bad An.

No, Faustus, think of Honour, and of Wealth.

Faust.

Of Wealth. Why all the Indies, Ganges, shall be mine.

Good An.

No, Faustus, everlasting Tortures shall be thine.

Bad An.

No, Faustus, everlasting Glory shall be thine. The World shall raise a Statue of thy Name,

And on it write, This, this is he that could command•• the World.

[Good Angel ascends, bad Angel descends.

Faust.

Command the World; Ay, Faustus, think on that. Why streams not then my Blood that I may write?

Faustus gives to thee his Soul; Oh! there it stops. Why shouldst thou not? Is not thy Soul thy own?

Enter Mephostopholis with a Cha••er of Fire.

Meph.

See, Faustus, here is Fire, set it on.

Faust.

So now the Blood begins to clear again.

Meph.

What is't I would not do to obtain his Soul?

Faust.

Consummatum ect; the Bill is ended. But what is this Inscription on my Arm? Homo fuge: Whether shall I fly? My Senses are deceiv'd, here's nothing writ; O yes, I see it plain, even here is writ. Homo fuge: yet shall not Faustus sly I'll call up something to delight his Mind.

[Song. Mephostopholis waves his Wand. Enter several Devils, who present Crowns to Faustus, and after a Dance vanish.

Faust.

What means this then?

Meph.

'Tis to delight thy Mind, and let thee see What Magick can perform.

Faust.

And may I raise such Spirits when I please.

Meph.

Ay, Faustus, and do greater Things than these.

Faust.

Then, Mephostopholis, receive this Deed of Gi••t; But yet Conditionally, that thou perform all Covenants and Articles herein subscribed.

Meph.

I swear by Hell, and Lucifer, to effect all Promises between us both.

Faust.

Then take it.

Meph.

Do you deliver it as your Deed, and Gi••t?

Faust.

Ay, and the Devil do you good on't.

Meph.

So, now, Faustus, ask what thou wilt.

Faust.

Then let me have a Wife.

Faustus waves his Wand, and a Woman Devil rises: Fire-works about whirles round, and sinks.

Faust.

What sight is this?

Meph.

Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a Wife?

Faust.

Here's a hot Whore indeed, I'll have no Wife.

Meph.

Marriage is but a Ceremonial Toy; I'll cull thee out the fairest Curtezans, And bring 'em every Morning to thy Bed: She whom thy Eye shall like, thy Heart shall have.

Faust.

Then, Mephostopholis, let me behold the Famous Hellen, who was the Occasion of great Troys Destruction.

Meph.

Faustus, thou shalt.

[Waves his Wand, enters.

Faust.

O Mephostopholis! what would I give to gain a Kiss from off those lovely Lips.

Meph.

Faustus, thou may'st.

[He kisses her.

Faust.

My Soul is fled; come Hellen, come, give me my Soul again; she's gon.

[He goes to kiss her again, and she sinks.

Meph.

Women are shy you know at the first Sight; but come, Faustus, command me somewhat else.

Faust.

Then tell me, is Hell so terrible as Church-men write it.

Meph.

No, Faustus, 'tis Glorious as the upper World; but that we have Night and Day, as you have here: Above there's no Night.

Faust.

Why sighs my Mephostopholis, I think Hell's a meer Fable.

Meph.

Ay, think so still.

Faust.

Tell me who made the World?

Meph.

I will not.

Faust.

Sweet Mephos••.

Meph.

Move me no further.

Faust.

Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any Thing.

Meph.

That's not against our Kingdom, this is: Thou are Lost; think thou of Hell.

Faust.

Think, Faustus, upon him that made the World.

Meph.

Remember this.

[Sinks.

Faust.

Ay, go accursed Spirit to ugly Hell, 'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus Soul:

I will Repent: Ha!

[Goes to his Books.

This Bible's fast, but here's another:

[They both fly out of••s Hand, and a ••••aming Thing appears written, &c.

Is't not too late?

[Ring. Good and bad descend.

Bad An.

Too late.

Good An.

Never too late, if Faustus will repent.

Bad An.

Faustus, behold, behold thy Deed; if thou r••pent Devils will tear thee in Pieces.

Good An.

Repent, and they shall never raze thy Skin.

[Scene sh••ts, Ang. ascends.

Scene changes to the Street. Enter Harlequin.

Harl.

This must be Mr. Doctor's House; I'll make ••old to knock: My Heart fails me already.

[Harlequin opens the Door, peeps about, and sh••ts it.

I begin to tremble at the Thoughts of seeing the Devil.

[Kn••••ks again.

Here's a great Resort of Devils, the very Doors smell of Brimstone: I'll e'en back—No: I'll be a Man of Resolu∣tion: But if Mr. Doctor should send a Familiar to open the Door, in what Language should I speak to the Devil?

[Knocks.

Enter Scaramouche.

Scar. peeping.

This is some malicious Spirit, that will not let me alone at my Study; but I'll go in, and conn my Book.

[Exit.

Harl.

I believe Mr. Doctor is very Busy; but I'll rap this time with Authority.

[Harlequin raps at the Door, Scaramouche peeps out. Har∣lequin strikes him, and jumps back, runs frighted off.

Scene changes to a Room in the Doctor's House.

Enter Scaramouche, with a Book in the Doctor's Gown.

Scar.

I have left the Door open to save the Devil the la∣bour of Knocking, if he has a mind to come in: For I am resolved not to stir from my Book; I found it in the Doctor's Clo••et, and know it must contain something of the Black Art.

Enter Harlequin.

Harl.

Oh here's Mr. Doctor himself; he's reading some co••juring Book. Ide fain jecit.

Scar.

This must be a conjuring Book by the hard Words. AB, EB, IB, OB, VB▪ BA, BO, BV, BI.

Harl.

It's Child's Primer.

[Harlequin looks over him.

Scar.

The Devil, the Devil; be gon, avoid Satan.

[Runs off.

Harl.

O the Devil! Now will I lye as if I were Dead, and let the Devil go hunt for my Soul.

[Lyes down.

Enter Scaramouche.

Scar.

I have learn'd to raise the Devil, but how the De∣vil shall I do to lay him. Ha! what's here, a dead Body? The Devil assum'd this Body, and when I began to mu••ter my Prayers, he was in such haste he left his Carcass behind him. Ha! it stirs; no, 'twas but my Fancy.

[Scaram. lifts up all his Limbs, and lets 'em fall, whil'st Harl. hits him on the Breech, lifts his Head, which falls gently.

All's dead but's Head.

[Sets him upright.

The Devil, the Devil! Be gon; what art thou?

Harl.

A poor unfortunate Devil.

Scar.

The Devil; Avant then Hogon mogon strogon.

Harl.

O good Mr. Doctor, conjure up no more Devils and I'll be gon, or any thing.—I came only to ask your Black Artship a Question.

Scar.

No, this is not the Devil. Who are thou? Whence comest thou? What's thy Business, Quick, or Hogon strogon?

Harl.

Hold, hold, hold, I am poor Harlequin: By the Learned I am called Z••ne, by the Vulgar Iack Pudding, I was late Fool to a Mountebank▪ and last Night, in the mi∣staking the Pipkin, I eat up a Pot of Bolus instead of Hasty P••dding; and devour'd Three Yards of Diaculum Plaister instead of Pancake, for which my Master has turn'd me out of Doors instead of Wages: Therefore, to be reveng'd, I come to hire a Devil or two of you, Mr. Doctor, of a strong Constitution, that may swallow up his Turpentine Pills as fast as he make 'em, that he may never cure poor Whore more of a Clap; and then he'll be undone, for they are his chief Patients.

Scar.

What Practice has he?

Harl.

Why his Business is to patch up rotten Whores a∣gainst the Term for Cou••try Lawyers, and Attorneys Clerks; and against Christmas, E••ster and Wh••••sum Holidays, for City

Apprentices; and if his Pills be destroy'd, 'twill ruin him in one Term.

Scar.

Come in; and for a Crown a We••k I'll lett thee out a Devil, as they do Horses at Livery, shall swallow him a Peck of Pills a day, though every one were as big as a Pump∣kin; and make nothing of a Bolus for a Breakfast.

Harl.

O brave Mr. Doctor! O dainty Mr. Devil!

Scar.

S••igniora.

[Here they Complement who shall go first.

The End of the First Act.

ACT II.

Faustus in his Study.

Good and Bad Angel descend.

Good An.

FAustus, Repent; yet Heav'n will pity thee.

Bad An.

Thou art a Spirit, Heav'n cannot pity thee.

Fau.

Who buzzes in my Ear, I am a Spirit; ••e I a Devil yet Heaven can pity me: Yea, Heaven will pity me, if I repent.

Bad An.

Ay, but Faustus never shall repent.

Good An.

Ay, Sweet Faustus think of Heav'n, and heavenly Things.

[Ascends.

Fau.

My Heart is hard'ned, I cannot repent. Scarce can I name Salvation, Faith, or Heav'n, But I am pinch'd, and prick'd, in thousand Places. O help distressed Faustus! Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Mephostopholis rises.

Luc.

Non•• can afford thee help; for only I have Interest in thee, Faustus.

Fau.

Oh! What art thou, that looks so terrible?

Luc.

I am Lucifer, and this is my Companion Prince in Hell.

Beel.

We are come to tell thee thou dost injure us.

Luc.

Thou call'st on Heav'n contrary to thy Promi••e.

Beel.

Thou should'st not think on Heav'n.

Fau.

Nor will I henceforth pardon him for this, And Faustus Vows never to look to Heav'n.

Beel.

So shalt thou shew thy self a faithful Servant, And we will highly gratify thee for it.

Fau.

Those Words delight my Soul.

Luc.

Faustus, we are come in Person to shew thee Pass∣time; sit down, and thou shalt behold the Seven Deadly Sins in their own proper Shapes and Likeness.

Fau.

That Sight will be as pleasant to my Eye, as Paradise to Adam the first Day of his Creation.

Beel.

Talk not of Paradise, but mind the Show. Go, Me∣phostopholis, and fetch 'em in; and, Faustus, question 'em their Names.

Enter Pride.

Fau.

What art thou?

Prid.

I am Pride; I was begot by Disdain and Affectation, I always took the Wall of my Betters; had ever the first Cut, or else would not eat: I scorn'd all Advice, never thought any one handsom but my self; had the best Pue in the Church, though a Tradesman's Wife; and at last dyed of the Spleen, for want of a Coach and Six Horses. Why is not thy Room perfum'd, and spread with Cloth of Tissue? What must you sit, and I stand? Rise up Brute.

Fau.

Go, thou art a proud Slut indeed.

[Exit.

Enter Covetousness.

N••w what art thou the Second.

Cov.

I am Covetousness; I was begot by a close Fist, and a griping Heart, in a Us••rer's Chest. I never eat, to save Charges: This Coat has cover'd me for Fourscore Winters: This Beard had seen as many more. I never slept in my Life, but always watch'd my Gold.

Fau.

What wort thou on Earth?

Cov.

I was first an Exciseman, and cheated the King and Country; then I was a Baker, and from every Neighbor's ••oaf I stole Two Pound, and swore 'twas shrunk in the Oven. I was a Vintner, and by bribing of Quest men had leave to ••ell in Pint Bottles for Quarts: At last I was a Horse∣courser, made Smith••ield too hot to hold me, and rid Post to the Devil? Give me some Gold, Father?

[Exit.

Enter Envy.

Fau.

What art thou the Third?

Env.

I am Envy; begot by a Chimny-sweeper upon an Oyster-wench. I cannot read, and wish all Books burnt. I always curst the Government that I was not prefer'd; and ••as a Male-content in Three Kings Reigns. I am Lean with seeing others Eat; and I wish the Devil would make a Sponge of thy Heart, to wipe out the Score of my Sins.

Enter Wrath.

Fau.

Out Envious Wretch. What art thou the Fourth?

Wra.

I am Wrath; I had neither Father nor Mother, but leap'd out of a Lion's Mouth when I was scarce an Hour old. I always abhor'd the Art of Patience, and curst all Fisher-men. I beat my Wife for my Pleasure; curst Heav'n in my Passion, 'cause it gave me no Fortune, and was hang'd for a Rape on a Scotch Pedlar.

[Exit.

Enter Gluttony.

Fau.

What art thou the Fifth?

Glut.

I am Gluttony; begot by a Plow-man on a Washer∣woman, who devour'd a Chedder Cheese in two Hours. I am of a Royal Pedigree: My Grand-father was a Sur-loin of Beef, and my Mother a Gammon of Bacon: My Sisters were Sows, which supply'd me with Pork: My Brothers were Calves, which afforded me Veal: My God-fathers were Peter Pickled-Herring, and Michael Milk-Porredg: My God-mothers were Susan Salt-butter, and Margery Sous'd-Hog's∣Face. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard my Pedigree, wilt thou invite me to Supper?

Fau.

Not I.

Glut.

Then the Devil choak thee.

Enter Sloth.

Fau.

What art thou the Sixth?

Slo.

Hey ho! I am Sloth; I was begotten at Church by a sleepy Judg on a Costermonger's Wife, in the middle of a long Sermon. I am as Lazy as a Fishmonger in the Dog∣days, or a Parson in Lent: I would not speak another Word for a King's Ransom.

Enter Leachery.

Fau.

And what are you, Mr. Minks, the Seventh and last?

Leach.

I am one that love an Inch of Raw Mutton better

than an Ell of Fry'd Stock-fish, and the first Letter of my Name begins with Leachery.

[Exit.

Fau.

This Sight delights my Soul.

Luc.

Faustus, in Hell are all manner of Delights.

Fau.

O might I see Hell once, and return safe.

Luc.

Faustus, thou shalt; give me thy hand. Hence let's descend, and we will Faustus show The mighty Pleasures in the World below.

[Vanishes.

SCENE▪ Changes.

Enter Harlequin, and Scaramouche in the Doctor's Gown; a Wand, and a Circle.

Scar.

So, now am I in my Pontificalibus: Now can I shew my Black Art; for I have found that heavenly Book which Faustus used to raise the Dead in: Come, stand within this Circle.

Har.

'Tis time to Conjure, for I am almost famish'd. We have fasted like Priests for a Miracle.

Scar.

I'll make thee amends presently; I'll conjure up a Spirit, ask what thou wilt thou shalt have it.

Har.

Let me alone for asking.

Scar.

Be very earnest with him, and intreat mightily.

Har.

I'll intreat Earnestly.

Scar.

Silence. Sint mihi Dii Acherontis propitii Nobis Diccatus, Mephostopholis, &c.

Mephostopholis rises.

Meph.

How am I tortur'd by these Villains Charms? From Constantinople have they brought me now, Only for Measure of these idle Slaves? What Would you with Mephostopholis?

Scar.

Wee'd know how Dr. Faustus does.

Meph.

Well.

Scar.

When comes he home?

Meph.

Within Two Days.

Scar.

What was he doing when you left him?

Meph.

He was at Supper, eating good Chear.

Har.

Good Mr. Devil, tell him we are almost starv'd▪ and desire him to send us some of his good Chear.

Meph.

Is that all?

Har.

Some Wine too?

Meph.

What else.

Har.

What else: Why if Fornication been't against your Commandments, we would have some live Flesh; a hand∣som Wench.

Scar.

Only for a third Person, and please your Damnat••on.

Meph.

You shall have your Desires.

Har.

We desire your Mephostopholiship too, not to let us stay the Roasting and Boiling of any thing: For we are as Eager as the Wine in Smith••ield, and want no whetting.

Meph.

You shall.

Scaramouche and Harlequin pull off their Caps.

Now if your mighty Darkness would please to Retire.

Meph.

Farewell.

[Vanish.

Scaramouche steps out of the Circle, and str••ts about.

Scar.

Now how do you like my Art?

Har.

O rare Art! O divine Mr. Doctor Scaramouche! If the Devil be as good as his Word, I'll owe him a good Turn as long as I live: But I wish our third Person would come.

A Giant rises.

••••a! What's here?

Gi.

I am sent by Pluto to bear you Company.

Har.

Is this his third Person? Or is it Three Generations in One? Come you from Guild-hall, Sir?

Gi.

No, Mortal, from the Stygian Lake. I am the Giant which St. George destroy'd; and in the Earth have been de∣caying ever since, but now am come to Eat with you.

Scar.

To pick up your Cr••ms, Sir: You'r heartily Wel∣come.

Scaramouche gets upon Harlequin, and salutes him.

Gi.

I have lain now within the Stygian Lake 2000 Years.

Scar.

Your Honour is not much shrunk in the Wetting.

Gi.

But we loose Time, and Dinner cools.

Har.

Where is it?

Gi.

In the next Room.

Scar.

Will it please your Lustiness to lead the Way?

Har.

Will it please you then to make way for him?

Gi.

I can divide my self to serve my Friends?

[Giant leaps in two.

Breeches be you my Page, and follow me.

Harleq. and Scaram▪ complement the Breeches.

[Exeunt.

SCENE draws, and discovers a Table furnished with Bottles of Wine, and a Venis••n Pasty, a Pot of wild Fowl, &c.

Enter Scaramouche, Giant, and Harlequin.

Har.

O heavenly Apparition!

Scar.

Come, let's sit down.

The upper part of the Giant slies up, and the under sinks, and discovers a Woman in the Room.

Harlequin and Scaramouche start.

Scar.

Ha! What's here, a Woman?

Har.

O happy Change! Madam, with your good Leave.

[Kisses.

Scar.

Never too late in good Breeding.

[Kisses.] Rare

Wench! And us Luscious as Pig-sauc••.

Har.

Heav'n be prais'd for all.

[Woman sinks, a Flash of Lightning.

Scar.

Your unseasonable Thankfulness has rob'd us of our Strumpet.

Har.

No matter, no matter; we shall meet her in the Cloisters after the Fair. Come let's fall too.

[They put their Caps before their Faces.

Ha!

Scar.

The Table runs away from us.

Har.

We'll bestow the Pains to follow it again; this I see is a running Banquet.

[They put their Caps on again, the Table removes.

Scar.

I have found the Secret: We must not say Grace at the Devil's Feast.

Har.

Come then let's fall too, San's Ceremony; Will you be Carver?

Scar.

Every one for himself, I say.

Har.

Ay, every one for himself, and God for us all.

[Table ••••ies up into th•• Air.

Scar.

A Plague o'your Proverb; it has a Word in't must not be named.

Har.

Ah, Mr. Doctor, do but intreat Mr. Mephostopholis

to let the Table down to us, or send us tothat, and I'll he his Servant as long as I live.

[They are hoisted up to the Table.

Scar. and Har.

Oh, oh, oh.

Scar.

Now have a care of another Proverb: We go without our Supper.

Har.

Nay, now I know the Devil's Humour, I'll hit him to a Hair: Pray, Mr. Doctor, cut up that Pasty.

Scar.

I can't get my Knife into it, 'tis over-bak'd.

Har.

Ay, 'tis often so: God sends Meat, and the Devil sends Cooks.

[Table ••••ies down.

Scar.

Thou Varlet, dost thou see what thy Proverb has done?

Har.

Now could I curse my Grand-mother, for she taught 'em me: Well, if sweet Mephostopholis will be so kind as but to let us and the Table come together again, I'll promise ne∣ver to say Grace, or speak Proverb more, as long as I live.

[They are let down to the Table.

Scar.

Your Prayers are heard, now be careful; for if I lose my Supper by thy Negligence I'll cut thy Throat.

Har.

Do, and eat me when you have do••e. I am dam∣nably hungry; I'll cut open this Pasty, while you open that Pot of wild Fowl.

[Harlequin takes off the Lid of the Pasty, and a Stag's Head peeps out; and out of the Pot of Fowl ••••i••s Birds. Har∣lequin and Scaramouche ••••art back, sall over their Chairs, and get up.

Har.

Here's the Nest but the Birds are flown: Here's Wine though, and now I'll conjure for a Supper. I have a Sallad within of my own Garhering in the Fields to Day.

Scar.

Fetch it in; Bread, Wine, and a Sallad, may serve for a Collation.

Enter Harlequin with a Tray of Sallad.

Har.

Come, no Ceremony among Friends. Bon. fro.

Scar.

Sallad mal adjuste; here's neither Fat nor Lean.

Har.

O Mr. Doctor, neither Fat nor Lean in a Sallad.

Scar.

Neither Oyl, nor Vinegar.

Har.

Oh! I'll fetch you that presently.

[Harlequin fetches a Chamber-pot of Piss, and a Lamp of oyl, and pours on the Sallad.

Scar.

O thy Sallad is nothing but Thistles and Netles; and thy Oyl stinks worse than Arse••etito.

Har.

Bread and Wine be our Fare. Ha! the Bread's alive.

[Bread stirs.

Scar.

Or the Devil's in't. Hey! again.

Bread sinks.

Har.

My Belly's as empty as a Beggar's Purse.

Scar.

And mine as full of Wind as a Trumpeter's Cheeks.

[Table sinks, and Flash of Lightning.

But since we can't Eat, let's Drink: Come, here's Dr. Fau∣stus's Health.

Har.

Ay, come; God bless Dr. Faustus.

[Bottles fly up, and the Table sinks.

Scar.

What all gone: Here's a Banquet stole away like a City Feast.

[Musick.

Har.

Ha! here's Musick to delight us.

[Two Chairs rises. Harlequin and Scaramouche sits down, and are caught fast.

Scar.

Ha! the Devil. We are lock'd in.

Har.

As fast as a Counter Rat.

Enter several Devils, who black Harlequin and Scaramouche's Faces, and then squirt Milk upon them. After the Dance they both sink.

Scar. and Har.

O' o, o'—.

The End of the Second Act.

ACT III.

SCENE a Wood.

Mephostopholis and Dr. Faustus.

Faust.

HOW have I been delighted by thy Art; and in Twelve Years have seen the utmost Limits of the spacious World; seasted my self with all Varieties; plea∣sur'd my Fancy with my Magick Art, and liv'd sole Lord o'er every Thing I wish'd for.

Meph.

Ay, Faustus, is it not a splendid Life?

Faust.

It is my Spirit; but prithee now retire, while I re∣pose

my self within this Shade, and when I wake attend on me again.

Meph.

Faust, I will.

[Exit.

Faust.

What art thou, Faustus, but a Man condemn'd. Thy Lease of Years expire apace; and, Faustus, then thou must be Lucifers: Here rest my Soul, and in my Sleep my future State be buried.

Good and bad Angel descends.

Good An.

Faustus, sweet Faustus, yet remember Heav'n. Oh! think upon the everlasting Pain thou must endure, For all thy short Space of Pleasure.

Bad An.

Illusions, Fancies, Faustus; think of Eart••. The Kings thou shalt command: The Pleasutes Rule. Be, Fa••stus, not a whining, pious Fool.

[Ascend.

Enter Horse-cou••ser.

Hors.

Oh! what a couz'ning Doctor was this: I riding my Horse into the Water, thinking some hidden mystery had been in 'em, found my self on a Bundle of Straw, and was drag'd by Something in the Water, like a Bailiff through a Horse-pond. Ha! he's a Sleep: So ho, Mr. Doctor, so ho. Why Doctor, you couz'ning, wheedling, hypocritical, chea∣ting, cho••sing, Son of a Whore; awake, rise, and give me my Mony again, for your Horse is turn'd into a Bottle of Hay. Why Sirrah, Doctor; 's••oot I think he's dead. Why Doctor Scab; you mangy Dog.

[pulls him by the Leg.]

'Zounds I'm undone, I have pull'd his Leg off.

Faust.

O help! the Villain has undone me; Murder.

Hors.

Murder, or not Murder, now he has but one Leg I'll out-run him.

[Exit.

Faust.

Stop, stop him; ha, ha, ha, Faustus has his Leg again, and the Horse-courser a Bundle of Hav for his Forty Dollars. Come, Mephostopholis, let's now attend the Em∣peror.

[Exit Faust▪ and Meph.

Enter Horse-courser, and Cartor, with Pots of Ale.

Cart.

Here's to thee; and now I'll tell thee what I came hither for: You have heard of a Conjurer they call Doctor Faustus.

Hors.

Heard of him, a Plague take him, I have Cause to know him; has he play'd any Pranks▪ with you?

Cart.

I'll tell thee, as I was going to the Market a while

ago, with a Load of Hay, he met me, and askt me, What he should give me for as much Hay as his Horse would Eat: Now, Sir, I thinking that a little would serve his Turn, bad him take as much as he would for Three Farthings.

Hors.

So.

Cart.

So he presently gave me Mony, and fell to Eating: And as I'm a cursen Man, he never left Yeating and Yeat∣ing, 'till he had eaten up my whole Load of Hay.

Hors.

Now you shall hear how he serv'd me: I went to him Yesterday to buy a Horse of him, which I did; and he bad me be sure not to ride him into the Water.

Cart.

Good.

Hors.

Ad's Wounds 'twas Bad, as you shall hear: For I thinking the Horse had some rare Quality, that he would not have me know, what do me I but rides him in the Water; and when I came just in the midst of the River, I found my self a Straddle on a Bottle of Hay.

Cart.

O rare Doctor!

Hors.

But you shall hear how I serv'd him bravely for it; for finding him a Sleep just now in a By-Field, I whoop'd and hollow'd in his Ears, but could not wake him; so I took hold of his Leg, and never left pulling till I had pull'd it quite off.

Cart.

And has the Doctor but one Leg then? That's Rare. But come, this is his House, let's in and see for our Mony; look you, we'll pay as we come back.

Hors.

Done, done; and when we have got our Mony let's laugh at his one Leg: Ha, ha, ha.

[Exeunt Laughing.

Enter Hostess.

Host.

What have the Rogues le••t my Pots, and run away, without paying their Reck'ning? I'll after 'em, cheating Villains, Rogues, Cut-purses; rob a poor Woman, cheat the Spittle, and rob the King of his Excise; a parcel of Rustick, Clownish, Pedantical, High-shoo'd, Plow-jobbing, Cart-dri∣ving, Pinch-back'd, Paralytick, Fumbling, Grumbling, Bel∣lowing, Yellowing, Peas-picking, Stinking, Mangy, Runa∣gate, Ill-begotten, Ill-contriv'd, Wry-mouth'd, Spatrifying, Dung••••ill-raking, Costive, Snorting, Sweaty, Farting, Whaw∣••rover Dogs.

[Exit.

Enter Faustus.

Faust.

My Time draws near, and 20 Years are past: I have but Four poor Twelve Months for my Life, and then I am damn'd for ever.

Enter an Old Man.

Old M.

O gentle Faustus, leave this damn'd Art; this Ma∣gick, that will charm thy Soul to Hell, and quite bereave thee of Salvation: Though thou hast now offended like a Man, do not, oh! do not persist in't like a Devil. It may be this my Exhortation seems harsh, and all unpleasant; let it not, for, gentle Son, I speak in tender Love and Pity of thy future Misery; and so have hope that this my kind Re∣buke, checking thy Body, may preserve thy Soul.

Faust.

Where art thou, Faustus? Wretch, what hast thou done? O Friend, I feel thy Words to comfort my distressed Soul; retire, and let me ponder on my Sins.

Old M.

Faustus, I leave thee, but with grief of Heart, Fearing thy Enemy will near depart.

[Exit.

Enter Mephostopholis

Meph.

Thou Traytor, I arrest thee for Disobedience to thy Sovereign Lord; revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy Flesh.

Faust.

I do repent I e'er offended him; torment, sweet Friend, that old Man that durst disswade me from thy Lu∣cifer.

Meph.

His Faith is great, I cannot touch his Soul; but What I can afflict his Body with I will.

Enter Horse-courser and Carter.

Hors.

We are come to drink a Health to your wooden Leg.

Faust.

My wooden Leg; what dost thou mean, Friend?

Hors.

Ha, ••a! he has forgot his Leg.

Cart.

P••ha, 'tis not a Leg he stands upon. Pray, let me ask you one Question; Are both your Legs Bed-fellows?

Faust.

Why dost thou ask?

Cart.

Because I believe you have a good Companion of one.

Hors.

Why, don't you remember I pull'd off one o'your Legs when you were a Sleep?

Faust.

But I have it again now I am awake.

Cart.

Ad's Wounds, had the Doctor three Legs!—. You, Sir, don't you remember you gave a Peny for as much Hay as your Horse would eat, and then eat up my whole Load.

Hors.

Look you, Mr. Doctor, you must not carry it off so; I come to have the Mony again I gave for the Ho-o-o-

[Faustus waves his Wand.

Cart.

And I come to be paid for my Load of Ha-a-a.

Enter Hostess.

H••st.

O Mr. Doctor! do you harbour Rogues that bilk poor ••olks, and wont pay their Reck'nings? Who must pay me for my A-a-a-a

[Waves again.

Enter Scaramouche.

Scar.

Mr. Doctor, I can't be quiet for your Devil Mr. Me-o-o—

[Waves again.

[Exeunt Faustus and Mephostopholis. They all stare at one another, and so go o••••, crying O, o, o, o- to the Emperor's Pallace.

Enter Emperor, Faustus, Gent. G••ards. Benoolio above.

Emp.

Wonder of Men, thrice Learned Faustus, Renowned Magician, welcome to our Court; and as thou late didst promise us, I would behold the Famous Alexander fighting with his great Rival Dari••s, in their true Shapes, and State Majestical.

Faust.

Your Majesty shall see 'em presently.

Ben.

It thou bring'st Alexander, or Dari••s here, I'll be content to be Act••••on, and turn my self to a Stag.

Faust.

And I'll play Diana, and send you the Horns pre∣sently.

Enter Dari••s and Alexander; they Fight: Dari••s falls. Alexander takes his Crown, and puts it on his Head.

[Exit. Dari••is sinks.

Faust.

Away, be gon; see, my Gracious Lord, what Beast is that that thru••ts his Head out of yo••' Window.

Emp.

O wondrous Sight! see tow Horns on young Benoolio's Head; call him, Lords.

Lord.

What, ho! Benoolio.

Ben.

A Plague upon you, set me Sleep.

Lord.

Look up, Benoolio, 'tis the Emperor calls.

Ben.

The Emperor; O my Head.

Faust.

And thy Horns hold, 'tis no matter for thy Head.

Ben.

Doctor, this is your Villany.

Faust.

O say not so, Sir; the Doctor has no Skill, if he bring Alexander or Dari••s here you'll be Act••••on, and turn to a Stag: Therefore, if it please your Majesty, I'll bring a Kennel of Hounds to hunt him. Ho! Helmot, Argi••on, As••erot.

Ben.

Hold, he'll raise a Kennel of Devils. Good, my Lord, intreat.

Emp.

Prithee remove his Horns, he has don•• Penance enough.

Faust.

Away; and remember hereafter you speak well of Scholars.

Ben.

If Scholars be such Cuckolds to put Horns upon ho∣nest Mens Heads, I'll ne'er trust Smooth-face and Small-band more: But if I been't reveng'd, may I be turn'd to a Gaping Oyster, and drink nothing but Salt-water.

Emp.

Come, Faustus, in recompence of this high Desert, Thou shalt command the State of Germany, and live belov'd of mighty Carol••s.

[Exeunt omnes.

SCENE a Garden.

Lord.

Nay, sweet Benoolio, let us sway thy Thoughts from▪ this Attempt against the Conjurer.

Ben.

My Head is lighter, than it was by the Horns: And yet my Heart's more pond'rous than my Head, And pants, until I see the Conjurer dead.

2 Lord.

Consider.

Ben.

Away disswade me not he comes:

[Dra••s.

Enter Faustus with a false Head.

Now Sword ••trike home▪ For Horns he gave, I'll have his Head anon.

Runs Faustus through, he falls.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Oh, 〈◊〉〈◊〉

〈…〉〈…〉

〈◊〉〈◊〉 his Head off.

Lord.

〈…〉〈…〉

Ben.

First, on this Scull, in qu••ttance of my Wrongs, I'll na••l huge ••orked Horns within the Window where he yoak'd me first, that all the World may see my just Revenge; and thus having settled his Head—

Faust.

What shall the Body do, Gentlemen.

Ben.

The Devil's alive again?

Lord.

Give the Devil his Head again.

Faust.

Nay, keep it; Faustus will have Heads and Hands: I call your Hearts to recompence this Deed. Ho; Asteroth, Belin••oth, Mephostopholis.

Enter Devils, and Horse 'em upon others.

Go Horse these Traytors on your fiery Backs. Drag 'em through Dir•• and Mud, through Thorns and Briers.

Lord.

Pity us, gentle Faustus, save our Lives.

Faust.

Away.

Ben.

He must needs go whom the Devil drives.

[Sp••rits ••ly away. Exit Faustus.

SCENE a Hall.

Enter Harlequin in a Beggar's Hebit.

Harl.

I find this Scaramouche is a Villain; he has left the Doctor, and is come to be Steward to a rich Widdow, whose Husband dyed Yesterday, and here he is coming to give the Poor their Doles, of which I'll ha' my Share.

Scaramouche, and poor People, with a Basket of Bread and Mon••y.

Scar.

Come hither, poor Devils; stand in Order, and be Damn'd. I come to distribute what your deceased good Master hath bequeath'd.

[They all s••are at Scar.

H••rl.

God bless you, Mr. Steward.

Scar.

Let me tell you, Gentlemen, he was as good a Man as ever piss't, or cry'd Stand on the High-way.

[Scaramouche takes out a Loaf and a Shilli••g, ••olds it out, and Harlequin takes it.

He spent a good Estate, 'tis true; but he was no Body's ••oe but his own. I never left him while he was worth a Groat,

[Again.]

He would now and then C••r••e in 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Pas∣sion, and give a Soul to the Devil, or ••o; yet, what of that? He always paid his Club, and no Man can say he owes

this.

[Again.]

He had a col••'s Tooth, and over-laid one of his Maids; yet, what of that? All Flesh is ••rail.

[Again.]

'Tis thought that her Body workt him off on his Legs; why, what of that? his Legs were his own, and his Arse never hung in your Light.

[Again.]

Sometimes, you'll say, he wou'd rap out an Oath; what then, Words are but Wind, and he meant no more harm than a sucking Pig does by squeak∣ing.

[Again.]

Now let's consider his good Deeds; he brew'd a Firkin of strong Drink for the poor every Year, and kill'd an old Ram every Easter: The Meat that was stale, and his Drink that was sowre, was always yours.

[Again.]

He al∣low'd you in Harvest to ••lean after his Rake.

[Again.]

And now, at his Death, has given you all this.

[Again.

Scar.

So, setting the Here's Head against the ••oose Giblets, he was a good Hospitable Man; and much good may do you with what you had.

Poor.

I have had nothing.

2 Poor.

Nor I••

3 Po.

Nor I.

4. Po.

Nor. I.

Scar.

Nothing.

All.

Nothing, nothing.

Scar.

Nothing, nothing; you lying Rogues, then there's something for you.

[Beats 'em all off.

Enter Harlequin in a Cloak, l••••ghing.

Har.

So now I am Victual'd, I may hold our Siege against Hunger.

[A Noise within; this way, this way.

Ha! they are hunting a after me, and will kill me. Let me see, I will take this Gi••bet for my Preserver, and with this long Cloak make as if I were hang'd. Now when they find a Man hang'd, not knowing me in this Disguise, they'll look no farther after me, but think the Thie••••s hang'd.—I hear '••m coming.

[Throws himself off the Ladder.

Enter Scaramouche.

Scar.

Ha! what's here, a Man hang'd? But what Paper is this is his Hand?

Whil'st Scaramouche reads, Harlequin puts the Rope over him.

I have cheated the Poor of their Mony, and took the Bread out of their Mouths, for which I was much troubled in Con∣science, fell into Dispair, and, as you see, hang'd my self.

[Pulls him up, and runs out.

O the Devil! Murder, murder!

Enter Poor.

Poor.

O Neighbours, here hangs the Rogue.

Scar.

Help me down?

Poor.

No, you are very well as you are.

Scar.

Don't you know me?

Poor.

Ay, for a Rogue; e'en finish your Work, and save the Hang-man a Labour. Yet, now I think on't, self-mur∣der is a crying Sin, and may damn his Soul. Come, Neigh∣bours, we'll take him down, and have him hang'd according to Law.

[When ••e's down he trips up their ••••••s, and r••ns out, they after him.

All.

Stop Thief, stop Thief.

Thunder and Lightning; Luci••er, Beelzebub, and Mephostopholis.

Luc.

Thus from the infernal Dis do we ase••nd, bringing with us the Deed; the Time is come which makes it forfeit.

Enter Faustus, an old Man, and a Scholar.

Old M.

Yet, Faustus, call on Heav'n.

Faust.

O••! 'tis too late; behold, they lock my Hands.

Old M.

Who, Faustus?

Faust.

Luci••er and Mephos••opholis; I gave 'em my Soul for Four and twenty Years.

Old M.

Heav'n ••orbid.

Fau.

Ay, Heav'n forbad it indeed, but Faustus has done it; for the vain Pleasure of Four and twenty Years▪ Faustus has lost eternal Joy and Felicity: I writ 'em a Bill with my own Blood, the Date is expired; this is the Time, and they are come to ••etch me.

Old M.

Why would not Faustus tell me of that before?

Faust.

I oft in••ended it, but the Devil threat'ned to tear me in Pieces. O Friend, retire and save your self.

Old M.

I'll into the next Room, and their pray for thee.

Faust.

Ay, pray for me; and what Noise soever you hear stir not, for nothing can rescue me.

Old M.

Pray thou, and I'll pray. Adie••.

Faust.

If I live till Morning I'll visit you; if not, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 is go•• to Hell.

[Ex••unt old Man and Scholar.

Meph.

Ay, Faustus, now thou hast no hopes on Heav'n.

Faust.

O thou bewitching Fi••nd; 'twas thou, and thy Temptations, hath rob'd me of eternal Happiness.

Meph.

I do confess it, Faustus, and rejoyce. What weep'st thou, 'tis too late; hark to thy knell: Fools that will Laugh on Earth, must Weep in Hell.

Ext.

Good and bad Angel descend.

Good An.

O Faustus, if thou hadst given Ear to me, Innumerable Joys had followed thee: But thou didst love the World.

Bad An.

Gave Ear to me, and now must taste Hell's Pains perpetual.

Throne of H••aven appears.

Good An.

Had'st thou a••••ected sweet Divinity, Hell, nor the Devil, had no Power on thee. Had'st thou kept on that way, Faustus, behold in what re∣splended Glory thou had'st sat; that hast thou Lost. And now, poor Soul, must thy good Angel leave: The Jaws of H••ll are ready to receive thee.

[Ascend.

H••ll is discovered.

Bad An.

Now, Faustus, let thy Eyes with Horror stare Into that Vast perpetual torturing House.

Faust.

O I have seen enough to torture me.

Bad An.

Nay thou must feel 'em, 'taste the Smart of all. He that loves Pleasure must for Pleasure ••all: And so I leave thee, Faustus, till anon. Thou'lt ••umble into Confusion.

[Descends.

The Clock strikes Eleven.

Faust.

Now, Faustus, hast thou but one bear Hour to Live, And then thou must be Damn'd perpetually: Stand still you ever-moving Spheres of Heav'n, That Time may cease, and Mid-night never come.

Or le•• this Hour be but a Year, a Mon••h, a Week, a natural Day; that Faustus may repent, and save his Soul. Mountains and Hills come, come, and ••all on me, and hi••e me from the heavy Wrath of Heav'n. Gape E••rth; Oh no, it will not harbour me.

[The Cl••••k strikes.

Oh! half the Hour is past; 'twill all be past a••o••. Oh! if my Soul must suffer for my Sin, impose some end to my in∣cessant

Pain. Let Faustus live in Hell a Thousand Years, an Hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd.

[Strikes Twelve.

No End is limitted to damn'd Souls: It strikes, it strikes. Now, Body, turn to Air, to Earth, or Water. Oh! avoid the Fire: They come. Oh! mercy, Heaven; ugly Hell gape not. Come not Lu••ifer; O Mephostopholis.

[Sink with Devils. Thunder.

Enter old Man and Scholar.

Old M.

Come, Friend, let's visit Faustus: For such a dreadful Night was never seen.

Scene discovers Faust••s's Limbs.

Schol.

O help us, Heav'n; see here are Faustus's Limbs, All torn asunder by the Hand of Hell.

Old M.

May this a fair Example be to all, To avoid such Ways which brought poor Faustus's Fall. And whatsoever Pleasure does invite, Sell not your Souls to purchase vain Delight.

[Exeunt.

Scene changes to Hell.

Faustus Limbs come together. A Dance, and Song.

FINIS.