Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE VII. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE VII. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 1.
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Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.
- Having now, my good Mephistophilis,
- Passed with delight the stately town of Trier,
- Environed round with airy mountain-tops,
- With walls of flint, and deep entrenched lakes,
- Not to be won by any conquering prince;
- From Paris next, coasting the realm of France,
- We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine,
- Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines;
- Then up to Naples, rich Campania,
- Whose buildings fair and gorgeous to the eye,
- The streets straight forth, and paved with finest brick,
- Quarter the town in four equivalents:
- There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb,
- The way he cut, an English mile in length,
- Thorough a rock of stone in one night's space;
- From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest,
- In one of which a sumptuous temple stands,
- That threats the stars with her aspiring top.
- Thus hitherto has Faustus spent his time:
- But tell me, now, what resting-place is this?
- Hast thou, as erst I did command,
- Conducted me within the walls of Rome?
- Faustus, I have; and because we will not be unprovided, I have taken up his Holiness' privy-chamber for our use.
- I hope his Holiness will bid us welcome.
- Tut, 'tis no matter, man, we'll be bold with his good cheer,
- And now, my Faustus, that thou may'st perceive
- What Rome containeth to delight thee with,
- Know that this city stands upon seven hills
- That underprop the groundwork of the same:
- Just through the midst runs flowing Tiber's stream,
- With winding banks that cut it in two parts:
- Over the which four stately bridges lean,
- That make safe passage to each part of Rome:
- Upon the bridge called Ponte Angelo
- Erected is a castle passing strong,
- Within whose walls such store of ordnance are,
- And double cannons formed of carved brass,
- As match the days within one complete year;
- Besides the gates and high pyramides,
- Which Julius Caesar brought from Africa.
- Now by the kingdoms of infernal rule,
- Of Styx, of Acheron, and the fiery lake
- Of ever-burning Phlegethon, I swear
- That I do long to see the monuments
- And situation of bright-splendent Rome:
- Come therefore, let's away.
- Meph Nay, Faustus, stay; I know you'd see the Pope,
- And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
- Where thou shall see a troop of bald-pate friars,
- Whose summum bonum is in belly-cheer.
- Well, I'm content to compass them some sport,
- And by their folly make us merriment
- Then charm me [Mephistophilis] that I
- May be invisible, to do what I please
- Unseen of any whilst I stay in Rome.
- [MEPHISTOPHILIS charms him.
- Faustus, now Do what thou wilt, thou shall not be discerned.
- Sound a Sonnet.
- Enter the POPE and the CARDINAL OF LORRAIN to the banquet, with Friars attending.
- My Lord of Lorrain, wilt please you draw near?
- Fall to, and the devil choke you an you spare!
- How now! Who's that which spake?—Friars, look about.
- Here's nobody, if it like your Holiness.
- My lord, here is a dainty dish was sent me from the Bishop of Milan.
- I thank you, sir.
- [Snatches the dish.
- How now! Who's that which snatched the meat from me? Will no man look? My Lord, this dish was sent me from the Cardinal of Florence.
- You say true; I'll ha't.
- [Snatches the dish.
- What, again! My lord, I'll drink to your grace.
- I'll pledge your grace.
- [Snatches the cup.
C. of Lor.
- My lord, it may be some ghost newly crept out of Purgatory, come to beg a pardon of your Holiness.
- It may be so. Friars, prepare a dirge to lay the fury of this ghost. Once again, my lord, fall to.
- [The POPE crosses himself.
- What, are you crossing of yourself? Well, use that trick no more I would advise you.
- [The POPE crosses himself again.
- Well, there's the second time. Aware the third,
- I give you fair warning.
- [The POPE crosses himself again, and FAUSTUS hitshim a box of the ear; and they all run away.
- Come on, Mephistophilis, what shall we do?
- Nay, I know not We shall be cursèd with bell, book, and candle.
- How! bell, book, and candle,—candle, book, and bell,
- Forward and backward to curse Faustus to Hell!
- Anon you shall hear a hog grunt, a calf bleat, an ass bray,
- Because it is Saint Peter's holiday.
- Re-enter the Friars to sing the Dirge.
- Come, brethren, let's about our business with good devotion.
- [They sing.
- CursÈD be he that stole away his Holiness' meat from thetable! Maledicat Dominus!
- CursÈD be he that struck his Holiness a blow on the face.! Maledicat Dominus!
- CursÈD be he that tookFriar Sandelo a blow on the pate! Maledicat Dominus
- CursÈD be he that dislurbeth our holy dirge! Maledicat Dominus!
- CursÈD be he that took away his Holiness' wine! Maledicat Dominus! Et omnes sancti! Amen!
- MEPHISTOPHILIS and FAUSTUS beat the Friars, and fling fireworks among them: and so exeunt.
- Enter CHORUS.
- When Faustus had with pleasure ta'en the view
- Of rarest things, and royal courts of kings,
- He stayed his course, and so returned home;
- Where such as bear his absence but with grief,
- I mean his friends, and near'st companions,
- Did gratulate his safety with kind words,
- And in their conference of what befell,
- Touching his journey through the world and air,
- They put forth questions of Astrology,
- Which Faustus answered with such learned skill,
- As they admired and wondered at his wit.
- Now is his fame spread forth in every land;
- Amongst the rest the Emperor is one,
- Carolus the Fifth, at whose palace now
- Faustus is feasted 'mongst his noblemen.
- What there he did in trial of his art,
- I leave untold—your eyes shall see performed.
- “Whose frame is paved with sundry coloured stones,
- And rooft aloft with curious work in gold”
- “I have, my Fatugstus, and, for proof thereof,
- This is the goodly palace of the Pope:
- And, cause we are no common guests,
- I choose his privy-chamber for our use.”
- “Where thou shalt see such store of ord[i]nance
- As that the double cannons, forg'd of brass,
- Do match the number of the days contam'd
- Within the compass of one c& mplete year.”