The Tragicall History
Away with such vaine fancies and despaire,
Despaire in God, and trust in Belzebub,
Now go not backe Faustus, be resolute.
Waverst thou? O something soundeth in mine eare,
Abjure this Magicke, turne to God againe.
Why he loves thee not: The God thou serv'st is thine owe appetite,
Wherein is fixt the love of Belzebub:
To him Ile build an Altar and a Church,
And offer luke-warme blood of new-borne babes.
Enter the two Angels.
Evill An.
Go forward Faustus in that most famous Art,
Good An.
Sweet Faustus leave that execrable Art.
Faust.
Contrition, Prayer, Repentance, What be these?
Good An.
O, they are meanes to bring thee unto heaven.
Bad A.
Rather illusions, fruits of lunacy,
That make men foolish that doe use them most.
Good An.
Sweet Faustus think of heaven and heavenly things.
Bad A.
No Faustus thinke of honor & of wealth. Exeunt An.
Faust.
Wealth? Why the signory of Embden shall be mine.
When Mephostophilis shall stand by me
What power can hurt me? Faustus thou art safe:
Cast no more doubts: Mephostophilis, come,
And bring glad tydings from great Lucifer.
Ist not midnight? Come, Mephostophilis.
Veni, Veni, Mephostophilis. Enter Meph.
Now tell me what saith Lucifer thy Lord?
Meph.
That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives,
So he will buy my service with his soule.
Faust.
Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee.
Meph.
But now thou must bequeath it solemnly,
And write a Deed of Gift with thine owne blood:
For that security craves Lucifer.
If thou deny it I must backe to Hell.
Faust.
Stay, Mephostophilis, and tell me,
What good will my soule do thy Lord?
Meph.
Enlarge his Kingdome.
Faust
