The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce Part 11

_Faust._ _Lucifer_ and _Mephostopholis_; I gave 'em my Soul for Four and twenty Years.

_Old M._ Heav'n forbid.

_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 fetch me.

_Old M._ Why would not _Faustus_ tell me of that before?

_Faust._ I oft intended 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 there 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. Adieu.

_Faust._ If I live till Morning I'll visit you; if not, _Faustus_ is gon to h.e.l.l. [_Exeunt old Man and Scholar._

_Meph._ Ay, _Faustus_, now thou hast no hopes on Heav'n.

_Faust._ O thou bewitching Fiend; '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 h.e.l.l.

_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 h.e.l.l's Pains perpetual.

_Throne of Heaven appears._

_Good An._ Had'st thou affected sweet Divinity, h.e.l.l, nor the Devil, had no Power on thee.

Had'st thou kept on that way, _Faustus_, behold in what resplendid Glory thou had'st sat; that hast thou Lost.

And now, poor Soul, must thy good Angel leave: The Jaws of h.e.l.l are ready to receive thee. [_Ascends._

_h.e.l.l 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 fall: And so I leave thee, _Faustus_, till anon.

Thou'lt tumble into Confusion. [_Descends._

_The Clock strikes Eleven._

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

Or let this Hour be but a Year, a Month, a Week, a natural Day; that _Faustus_ may repent, and save his Soul. Mountains and Hills come, come, and fall on me, and hide me from the heavy Wrath of Heav'n. Gape Earth; Oh no, it will not harbour me. [_The Clock strikes._ Oh! half the Hour is past; 'twill all be past anon. Oh! if my Soul must suffer for my Sin, impose some end to my incessant Pain. Let _Faustus_ live in h.e.l.l a Thousand Years, an Hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd. [_Strikes Twelve._ No End is limitted to d.a.m.n'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 h.e.l.l gape not. Come not _Lucifer_; 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_ Faustus's _Limbs_.

_Schol._ O help us, Heav'n; see here are _Faustus_'s Limbs, All torn asunder by the Hand of h.e.l.l.

_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 h.e.l.l._

Faustus _Limbs come together_. _A Dance, and Song._

FINISH.