A monologue from the
play by Christopher
NOTE: This monologue is reprinted
from Masterpieces of the English Drama. Ed. William Lyon
Phelps. New York: American Book Company, 1912.
MORE MONOLOGUES BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
- FAUSTUS: Ah, Faustus.
- Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
- And then thou must be damn'd perpetually!
- Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,
- That time may cease, and midnight never come;
- Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make
- Perpetual day; or let this hour be but
- A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
- That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
- O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!
- The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
- The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.
- O, I'll leap up to my God!--Who pulls me down?--
- See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament!
- One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ!--
- Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!
- Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer!--
- Where is it now? tis gone: and see, where God
- Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!
- Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me,
- And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!
- No, no!
- Then will I headlong run into the earth:
- Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbour me!
- You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
- Whose influence hath alotted death and hell,
- Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist,
- Into the entrails of yon labouring clouds,
- That, when you vomit forth into the air,
- My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
- So that my soul may but ascend to heaven!
- [The clock strikes the half-hour.]
- Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon.
- O God,
- If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
- Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me,
- Impose some end to my incessant pain;
- Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
- A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd!
- O, no end is limited to damned souls!
- Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
- Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
- Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true,
- This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd
- Unto some brutish beast! all beasts are happy,
- For, when they die,
- Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
- But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.
- Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me!
- No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer
- That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.
- [The clock strikes twelve.]
- O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
- Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!
- [Thunder and lightning.]
- O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops,
- And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
- [Enter Devils.]
- My God, my God, look not so fierce on me!
- Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
- Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer!
- I'll burn my books!