The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus/Scene 2

by Christopher Marlowe

Enter two Schollers.

1. Scho.
I wonder whats become of Faustus that was wont
To make our Schooles ring with sic probo.Enter Wag.

2. Sch.
That shall we presently know, here comes his boy.

1. Sch.
How now sirra, where's thy Master?

Wag.
God in heaven knowes.

2. Sch.
Why, dost not thou know then?

Wag.
Yes I know, but that followes not.

2. Sch.
Go to sirra, leave your jesting, & tell us where he is.

Wag.
That followes not by force of argument, which you being Licentiats should stand upon, therefore acknowledge your errour, and be attentive.

2. Sch.
Then you will not tell us?

Wag.
You are deceived, for I will tell you: yet if you were not dunces, you would never aske me such a question. For is he not Corpus naturale? and is not that mobile? Then wherefore should you aske me such a question? but that I am by nature flegmaticke, slow to wrath, and prone to letchery (to love I would say) it were not for you to come within forty foot of the place of execution, although I doe not doubt but to see you both hanged the next Sessions. Thus having triumpht over you, I will set my countenance like a Precision, and beginne to speake thus: Truly my deare Brethren, my Master

is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this Wine if it could speake would informe your worships: and so the Lord blesse you, preserve you, and keepe you my deare brethren.

Exit.

1. Sch.
O Faustus then I fear y^t which I have long suspected,
That thou art fallen into that damned Art,
For which they two are infamous thorow the world.

2. Sch.
Were he a stranger not allied to me,
The danger of his soule would make me mourne:
But come let us goe, and informe the Rector,
It may be his grave counsell may reclaime.

1. Sch.
I fear mee nothing will reclaime him now.

2. Sch.
Yet let us see what wee can doe. Exeunt.