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BALLAD OF FAUSTUS. - 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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BALLAD OF FAUSTUS.
“A ballad of the life and death of Doctor Faustus the great con-gerer,” perhaps founded on Marlowe's play, was licensed to be printed 28th February 1588-9. It was perhaps the ballad printed below from the Roxburghe Collection.
The judgment of God shewed upon one John Faustus, Doctor in Divinity.
Tuneof Fortune my Foe.
- All Christian men, give ear a while to me,
- How I am plung'd in pain, but cannot die:
- I liv'd a life the like did none before,
- Forsaking Christ, and I am damn'd therefore.
- At Wittenburge, a town in Germany,
- There was I born and bred of good degree;
- Of honest stock, which afterwards I sham'd;
- Accurst therefore, for Faustus was I nam'd.
- In learning, loe, my uncle brought up me,
- And made me Doctor in Divinity;
- And, when he dy'd, he left me all his wealth,
- Whose cursèd gold did hinder my souls health.
- Then did I shun the holy Bible-book,
- Nor on Gods word would ever after look;
- But studied accursèd conjuration,
- Which was the cause of my utter damnation.
- The devil in fryars weeds appeared to me,
- And straight to my request he did agree,
- That I might have all things at my desire:
- I gave him soul and body for his hire.
- Twice did I make my tender flesh to bleed,
- Twice with my blood I wrote the devils deed,
- Twice wretchedly I soul and body sold,
- To live in peace and do what things I would.
- For four and twenty years this bond was made,
- And at the length my soul was truly paid!
- Time ran away, and yet I never thought
- How dear my soul our Saviour Christ had bought.
- Wouldf I Hi first been made a beast by kind!
- Then had not I so vainly set my mind;
- Or would, when reason first began to bloom,
- Some darksome den had been my deadly tomb!
- Woe to the day of my nativity!
- Woe to the time that once did foster me!
- And woe unto the hand that seal'd the bill!
- Woe to myself, the cause of all my ill!
- The time I passed away, with much delight,
- Mongst princes, peers, and many a worthy knight:
- I wrought such wonders by my magick skill,
- That all the world may talk of Faustus still.
- The devil he carried me up into the sky,
- Where I did see how all the world did lie;
- I went about the world in eight daies space,
- And then return'd unto my native place.
- What pleasure I did wish to please my mind
- He did perform, as bond and seal did bind;
- The secrets of the stars and planets told,
- Of earth and sea, with wonders manifold.
- When four and twenty years was almost run,
- I thought of all things that was past and done;
- How that the devil would soon claim his right,
- And carry me to everlasting night.
- Then all too late I curst my wicked deed,
- The dread whereof doth make my heart to bleed;
- All daies and hours I mourned wondrous sore,
- Repenting me of all things done before.
- I then did wish both sun and moon to stay,
- All times and seasons never to decay;
- Then had my time nere come to dated end,
- Nor soul and body down to hell descend.
- At last, when I had but one hour to come,
- I turn'd my glass, for my last hour to run,
- And call'd in learned men to comfort me;
- But faith was gone, and none could comfort me.
- By twelve a clock my glass was almost out:
- My grieved conscience then began to doubt;
- I wisht the students stay in chamber by; But,
- as they staid, they heard a dreadful cry.
- Then present, lo, they came into the hall,
- Whereas my brains was cast against the wall;
- Both arms and legs in pieces torn they see,
- My bowels gone: this was an end of me.
- You conjurers and damned witches all,
- Example take by my unhappy fall:
- Give not your souls and bodies unto hell,
- See that the smallest hair you do not sell.
- But hope that Christ his kingdom you may gain,
- Where you shalt never fear such mortal pain;
- Forsake the devil and all his crafty ways,
- Embrace true faith that never more decays.
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