The Surprising life and death of Dr. John Faustus, D.D. Commonly called the history of the devil and Dr. Faustus. : To which is now added the Necromancer, or, Harlaquin [sic] Doctor Faustus; as performed at the theatres. / Truly translated from the original copies.

THE NECROMANCER: OR, HARLEQUIN DR. FAUSTUS.

SCENE, a Study.

The Doctor discovered reading at a Table.

A Good and Bad Spirit appear.

Good Spirit.

O Faustus! thy good genius warns, break off in time; pur∣sue no more An art that will thy soul ensnare.

Bad Spirit.

Faustus, go on: That fear is vain: Let thy great heart aspire to trace Dark nature to her secret springs, 'Till knowledge make thee deem'd a God.

(Good and Bad Spirit disappear:

The Doctor uses Magical Motions, and an Infernal Spirit rises.

Infernal Spirit.

Behold! thy powerful charms prevail And draw me from the deeps below, To listen to thy great command. On easy terms the king of night Is pleas'd thy mighty wand to obey, And offers to divide his power, Sign thy consent his sway to own. Ten thousand daemons stand propar'd

shews a paper

Through seas, through air, through raging fire, To start, and execute thy will.

Good Spirit.

O Faustus! fear the dread event.

within.

Infernal Spirit.

Think what renown, what pleasures wait thee; Each glittering vein, that earth infolds Shall spread its ripened ores for thee.

Good Spirit.

Think vengeance is offended Hea∣ven's!

within.

Infernal Spirit.

Heaven envies not poor mortal's bliss, Thy spirit is dull:—our art shall chear thee, And chase this unavailing gloom.

INCANTATION.

Arise! ye subtle forms, that sport Around the throne of sable night; Whose pleasures in her silent court, Are unprophan'd with baleful light. Arise! the screech-owl's voice pro∣claims, Darkness is in her aweful noon: The stars keep back their glimm'ring flames, And veils of clouds shut in the moon. Arise! ye subtle, &c.

Here Furies rise, and dance, and then vanish.

Infernal Spirit.

Still art thou sad? awake to joy.

Strikes the table, and it appears covered with gold, crowns, sceptres, &c.

See!—wealth unbounded courts thy hand. Is it despis'd?—Then other charms, With full delight, shall feast thy sense.

waves his wand.

Helen, appear; in bloom and grace Lovely, as when thy beauties shone; And fir'd the amorous prince of Troy.

The Spirit of Helen rises.

Helen.

Why am I drawn from blisful shades, Where happy pairs the circling hours In never fading transports wear, And find delights with time renew? Say, what deserving youth to bless, Is Helen call'd to earth again? Shew me the dear inchanting form, Where truth and constancy reside, And I embrace the noble flame. Cupid! God of pleasing anguish, Teach the enamour'd swain to lan∣guish, Teach him fierce desires to know.

Heroes would be lost in story, Did not love inspire their glory. Love does all that's great below.

The Doctor preparing to address Helen with fondness, the In∣fernal spirit interposes.

Infernal Spirit.

Hold;—and the terms of pleasure know; This contract sign, thy faith to bind,

Offers the paper.

Then revel in delight at large, And give a loose to joy.

The Doctor gazing at Helen, signs the paper, and gives it to the Infernal spirit: After which, at∣tempting to approach Helen, the phantom of envy interferes, the Doctor starts and turns in surprize to the Infernal Spirit, who sinks laughing at having deceived him. The Doctor retires discontented, and the scene closes.

SCENE, THE DOCTOR's SCHOOL OF MAGICK.

Several Scholars seated on each side of the stage, to see the power of his art. The Doctor waves his wand, and the Spirits of Hero and Leander rise.

Leander.

ENOUGH have our disastrous loves Felt the severities of fate: Drenched in the salt and swelling surge, We found the common grave.—And now, If what the poets sing be true, In flow'ry fields, the seats assign'd For happy souls, shall we enjoy A long eternity of bliss.

Hero.

Grant me ye powr's, wheree'er my Lot is plac'd,

To have my lov'd Leander there, And I no other bliss require.

Leander.

O charming Hero! Times to come Shall celebrate thy name: And lovers dwell upon the praise Of thy unequal'd constancy.

While on ten thousand charms I gaze, With love's fires my bosom burns But ah! so bright thy virtues blaze, Love to adoration turns.

While on ten thousand charms I gaze, With love's fires my bosom burns.

Hero.

O my soul's joy! To hold thee thus, Repays for all my sorrows past: Crown'd with this pleasure, I for∣give The raging wind and dashing stream, And welcome death, that brings me back to thee.

Blest in thy arms, the gloomy vales, Where shudd'ring ghosts with hor∣ror glide; Gay as Elysium seem to smile, And all is paradise around.

Cease, injurious maids, to blame A fondness which you ne'er have known: Feel but once the lover's flame, The fault will soon become your own.

Cease, injurious maids, to blame A fondness which you ne'er have known.

Charon rises to them.

Charon.

What mean this whining, pining pair, Must I for you detain my fair? Or do your wisdoms think my wher∣ry, Should wait your time to cross the ferry.

Leander.

Charon, thy rigorous humour rule.

Charon.

And stand to hear a lovesick fool, Talk o'er the cant of flames, and darts, And streaming eyes, and bleeding hearts? Give o'er this stuff.—Why what the Devil! Won't drowning cure this amorous evil? I thought when once men's heads were laid, Their passions with there lives had fled: But find, though flesh and blood no more, The whims in the brain maintain their pow'r.

Hero.

Oh! could thy savage nature measure The joys of love, the inchanting pleasure.

Charon.

No doubt, you women may discover Pleasures in a substantial lover; But what great transports can you boast, To find from one, that is, at most, But a thin, unperforming ghost? Away, for on the distant shore, Pluto expects my cargo o'er: The crouded boat but waits for you; Come, join with its fantastick crew.

Ghosts of ev'ry occupation, Ev'ry rank, and ev'ry nation, Some with crimes all foul and spot∣ted, Some to happy fates allotted, Press the Stygian lake to pass.

Here a soldier roars like thunder, Prates of wenches, wine and plun∣der: Statesmen here the times accusing; Poets sense for rhymes abusing;

Lawyers chatt'ring, Courtiers flatt'ring, Bullies ranting, Zealots canting, Knaves and fools of ev'ry class!

[At the end of the air Hero, Lean∣der and Charon vanished.

Doctor waves his wand, and the scene is converted to a wood; a mon∣strous dragon appears, and from each claw drops a daemon, repre∣senting diverse Grotesque figures; several female spirit, rise in cha∣racter to each figure, and join in antick dance. As they are per∣forming, a clock strikes, the Doctor is seized, hurried away by spirits, and devour'd by the monster, which immediately takes flight; and while it is disappearing, spirits vanish, and other daemons rejoice in the following words:

Now triumph hell, and fiends be gay, The sorc'rer is become our prey.

[At the end of the Chorus the Curtain falls.

FINIS.