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The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce
William Mountfort (Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1935).
[3] An Apology for the Life of Colley Cibber, ed. B. R. S. Fone (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1968), p. 117.
[4] Charles Gildon, The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets (London, [1698?]), p. 102.
[5] (London, 1702), p. 17.
[6] Essays of John Dryden, ed. W. P. Ker (New York: Russell & Russell, 1900; rpt. 1961), I, 135-136.
[7] English Literature of the Late Seventeenth Century (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1969), p. 132.
[8] The first edition, page 5, omits the period at the end of 1. 23 and the speech prefix "Meph." for 1. 24. These are correctly added in the second edition (1720).
[9] The London Stage 1660-1800, Part I: 1660-1700, ed. W. Van Lennep (Carbondale, Ill.: Southern Illinois University Press, 1965), 342.
[10] (London, 1675), p. 25.
[11] Borgman outlines the changes Mountfort made in his source; see pp. 35ff and Appendix A.
[12] A Century of English Farce (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1956), pp. 165-166.
BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE
The facsimile of Mountfort's The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus (1697) is reproduced by permission from a copy of the first edition (Shelf Mark: 131909) in The Huntington Library, San Marino, California. The total type-page (p. 17) measures 195 X 112 mm.
THE
LIFE and DEATH
OF
Doctor Faustus,
Made into a
FARCE.
By Mr. MOUNTFORD.
First Edition
WITH THE
Humours of Harlequin and Scaramouche:
As they were several times Acted By Mr. LEE and Mr. JEVON, AT THE Queens Theatre in Dorset Garden.
Newly Revived,
At the Theatre in Lincolns Inn Fields,
With Songs and Dances between the ACTS.
LONDON,
Printed and sold by E. Whitlock near Stationers Hall, (1697)
The Life and Death of Dr. FAUSTUS
ACT I. SCENE I.
Dr. Faustus seated in his Chair, and reading in his Study.
Good and bad Angel ready.
Faust. Settle thy Study, Faustus, and begin
To sound the Depth of that thou wilt profess;
These Metaphysicks of Magicians,
And Negromantick Books, are heav'nly
Lines, Circles, Letters, Characters,
Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires;
A sound Magician is a Demi-God:
Here tire my Brains to get a Deity.
Mephostopholis under the Stage. A good and bad Angel fly down.
Good Ang. O Faustus! lay that damn'd Book aside;
And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy heart to blasphemy.
Bad Ang. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous Art
Wherein all Natures Treasure is contain'd:
Be thou on Earth as Jove is in the Sky,
Lord and Commander of these Elements.
Spirits ascend.
Faust. How am I glutted with conceit of this?
Shall I make Spirits fetch me what I please?
I'll have 'em fly to India for Gold,
Ransack the Ocean for Orient Pearl.
I'll have 'em Wall all Germany with Brass:
I'll levy Soldiers with the Coin they bring,
And chase the Prince of Parma from our Land. [Rises.
'Tis now the Dead nigh Noon of Night,
And Lucifer his Spirits freedom gives;
I'll try if in this Circle I can Raise
A Dæmon to inform me what I long for.
Sint mihi Dii Acherontis propitii, Orientis Princeps, Beelzebub, German. Demogorgon. [Thunders. Mephostopholis, Mephostopholis, surgat Spiritus.
Mephostopholis speaks under Ground. [Thunders.
Meph. Faustus, I attend thy Will.
Faust. Where art thou?
Meph. Here. [a Flash of Light.
Scar. within. Oh, oh, oh.
Faust. What Noise is that? Hast thou any Companions with thee?
Meph. No.
Faust. It comes this way?
Scar. Oh, oh, O——. [Enter Scaramouche.
Faust. What ail'st thou?
Scar. O' o' o'
Faust. Speak, Fellow, what's the Matter?
Scar. O poor Scaramouche!
Faust. Speak, I conjure thee; or Acherontis Dii Demogorgon.——
Scar. O I beseech you Conjure no more, for I am frighted into a Diabetes already.
Faust. Frighted at what?
Scar. I have seen, Oh, oh——
Faust. What?
Scar. The Devil.
Faust. Art sure it was the Devil?
Scar. The Devil, or the Devil's Companion: He had a Head like a Bulls, with Horns on; and two Eyes that glow'd like the Balls of a dark Lantern: His Hair stood a Tiptoe, like your new-fashion'd Top-knots; with a Mouth as large as a King's Beef Eater: His Nails was as sharp as a Welshman's in Passion; and he look'd as frightful as a Sergeant to an Alsatian.
Faust. But why art thou afraid of the Devil?
Scar. Why I never said my Prayers in all my Life, but once; and that was when my damn'd Wife was sick, that she might dye: My Ears are as deaf to good Council, as French Dragoons are to Mercy. And my