of Doctor Faustus
Because thou hast depriv'd me of those joyes.
Meph.
Twas thine owne seeking Faustus, thanke thy selfe.
But thinkst thou Heaven such a glorious thing?
I tell thee Faustus, it is not halfe so faire
As thou or any man that breaths on earth.
Faust.
How prov'st thou that?
Meph.
Twas made for man, then hee's more excellent.
Faust.
If heaven was made for man, twas made for mee:
I will renounce this Magicke and repent.
Enter the two Angels.
Good An.
Faustus repent, yet God will pityy thee.
Bad A.
Thou art a Spirit; God cannot pitty thee.
Faust.
Who buzzeth in mine eares, I am a Spirit?
Be I a Devill, yet God may pitty me.
Yea, God will pitty me if I repent.
Bad A.
I, but Faustus never shall repent.
Faust.
My heart is hardned; I cannot repent.
Scarce can I name salvation, Faith, or Heaven.
Swords, poysons, haltars, and invenom'd steele,
Are laid before me to dispatch my selfe:
And long ere this I should have done the deed,
Had not sweet pleasure conquerd deepe despaire.
Have not I made blinde Homer sing to me
Of Alexanders love, and Oenons death?
And hath not he that built the wals of Thebes,
With ravishing sound of his melodious Harpe,
Made musicke with my Mephostophilis?
Why should I dye then, or basely despaire?
I am resolv'd Faustus shall not repent.
Come Mephostophilis, let us dispute againe,
And reason of Divine Astrology.
Speake, are there many Spheares above the Moone?
Are all Celestiall bodyes but one Globe,
As is the substance of this Centricke Earth?
