Doctor Faustus
Important Quotations Explained
1. The
reward of sin is death? That’s hard.
Si peccasse
negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas.
If
we say that we have no sin,
We deceive ourselves,
and there’s no truth in us.
Why then belike
we must sin,
And so consequently die.
Ay,
we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine
call you this? Che sarà, sarà:
What will be,
shall be! Divinity, adieu!
These metaphysics
of magicians,
And necromantic books are heavenly!
(1.40–50)
2. MEPHASTOPHILIS: Why
this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think’st
thou that I, who saw the face of God,
And
tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not
tormented with ten thousand hells
In being
deprived of everlasting bliss?
O Faustus,
leave these frivolous demands,
Which strike
a terror to my fainting soul.
FAUSTUS: What,
is great Mephastophilis so passionate
For
being deprivèd of the joys of heaven?
Learn
thou of Faustus manly fortitude,
And scorn
those joys thou never shalt possess.
(3.76–86)
3. MEPHASTOPHILIS.:
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In
one self-place; for where we are is hell,
And
where hell is, there must we ever be.
. .
.
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.
FAUSTUS: Come,
I think hell’s a fable.
MEPHASTOPHILISs.: Ay,
think so still, till experience change thy mind.
.
. .
FAUSTUS: Think’st
thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine
That
after this life there is any pain?
Tush,
these are trifles and mere old wives’ tales.
(5.120–135)
4. Was
this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And
burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet
Helen, make me immortal with a kiss:
Her lips
sucks forth my soul, see where it flies!
Come
Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here
will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And
all is dross that is not Helena!
(12.81–87)
5. Ah
Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare hour
to live,
And then thou must be damned perpetually.
.
. .
The stars move still, time runs, the
clock will strike,
The devil will come, and
Faustus must be damned.
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!
.
. .
Earth, gape! O no, it will not harbor
me.
You stars that reigned at my nativity,
Whose
influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now
draw up Faustus like a foggy mist
Into the
entrails of yon laboring cloud,
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.
. . .
O
God, if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
.
. .
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A
hundred thousand, and at last be saved.
.
. .
Cursed be the parents that engendered
me:
No, Faustus, curse thy self, curse Lucifer,
That
hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.
.
. .
My God, my God, look not so fierce on
me!
. . .
Ugly hell
gape not! Come not, Lucifer!
I’ll burn my
books—ah, Mephastophilis!
(13.57–113)
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