Me, sir! me, sir! search your fill. Vintner searches him. Now, sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest men with a matter of truth.
Monarch of hell, under whose black survey
Great potentates do kneel with awful fear,
Upon whose altars thousand souls do lie,
How am I vexed with these villains’ charms?
From Constantinople am I hither come
Only for pleasure of these damned slaves.
Scene X
Enter Emperor, Faustus, and a Knight, with Attendants.59 | |
Emperor | Master Doctor Faustus, I have heard strange report of thy knowledge in the black art, how that none in my empire nor in the whole world can compare with thee for the rare effects of magic: they say thou hast a familiar spirit, by whom thou canst accomplish what thou list. This therefore is my request, that thou let me see some proof of thy skill, that mine eyes may be witnesses to confirm what mine ears have heard reported: and here I swear to thee by the honour of mine imperial crown, that, whatever thou doest, thou shalt be no ways prejudiced or endamaged. |
Knight | I’faith, he looks much like a conjurer. Aside. |
Faustus | My gracious sovereign, though I must confess myself far inferior to the report men have published, and nothing answerable to the honour of your imperial majesty, yet for that love and duty binds me thereunto, I am content to do whatsoever your majesty shall command me. |
Emperor |
Then, Doctor Faustus, mark what I shall say. |
Faustus | My gracious lord, I am ready to accomplish your request so far forth as by art, and power of my Spirit, I am able to perform. |
Knight | I’faith that’s just nothing at all. Aside. |
Faustus | But, if it like your grace, it is not in my ability to present before your eyes the true substantial bodies of those two deceased princes, which long since are consumed to dust. |
Knight | Ay, marry, Master Doctor, now there’s a sign of grace in you, when you will confess the truth. Aside. |
Faustus | But such spirits as can lively resemble Alexander and his paramour shall appear before your grace in that manner that they both lived in, in their most flourishing estate; which I doubt not shall sufficiently content your imperial majesty. |
Emperor | Go to, Master Doctor, let me see them presently. |
Knight | Do you hear, Master Doctor? You bring Alexander and his paramour before the Emperor! |
Faustus | How then, sir? |
Knight | I’faith, that’s as true as Diana turned me to a stag. |
Faustus | No, sir; but, when Actaeon died, he left the horns for you. Mephistopheles, begone. |
Exit Mephistopheles. | |
Knight | Nay, an you go to conjuring, I’ll begone. |
Exit. | |
Faustus | I’ll meet with you anon for interrupting me so. Here they are, my gracious lord. |
Re-enter Mephistopheles with Spirits in the shapes of Alexander and his Paramour. | |
Emperor | Master Doctor, I heard this lady while she lived had a wart or mole in her neck: how shall I know whether it be so or no? |
Faustus | Your highness may boldly go and see. |
Emperor | Sure, these are no spirits, but the true substantial bodies of those two deceased princes. |
Exeunt Spirits. | |
Faustus | Will’t please your highness now to send for the knight that was so pleasant with me here of late? |
Emperor | One of you call him forth! |
Exit Attendant. | |
Re-enter the Knight with a pair of horns on his head. | |
How now, sir knight! why, I had thought thou had’st been a bachelor, but now I see thou hast a wife, that not only gives thee horns, but makes thee wear them. Feel on thy head. | |
Knight |
Thou damned |