DOCTOR FAUSTUS. Enter CHORUS. Nor marching in the fields of Tharsimen, In courts of kings, where state is overturn'd; That shortly he was grac'd with Doctor's name, In th' heavenly matters of theology: Till swoln with cunning, and a self-conceit, And glutted now with learning's golden gifts, He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. FAUSTUS in his study. FAUST. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin And live and die in Aristotle's works. Is, to dispute well, logic's chiefest end? Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that end. A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid economy farewell: and Galen come. And thousand desperate maladies been cur'd? And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash, When all is done, divinity is best. Jerome's bible, Faustus; view it well. Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas, If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there is no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Aye, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this? Che, sera, sera : These metaphysics of magicians, Lines, circles, letters, characters: Aye, these are those that Faustus most desires. Of power, of honour, and omnipotence, Is promised to the studious artizan ! All things that move between the quiet poles Here tire my brains to get a deity. Enter WAGNER. Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, The German Valdes, and Cornelius : Request them earnestly to visit me. WAG, I will, sir. [Exit. FAUST. Their conference will be a greater help to me Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast. Enter a GooD and BAD ANGEL.. GOOD ANG. O Faustus! lay that damned book aside, And gaze not on it lest it tempt thy soul, And heap God's heavy wrath upon thy head. Read, read the scriptures;-that is blasphemy. BAD ANG. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art, Wherein all nature's treasure is contain'd. Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky, |