the chorus, prologue
‘till, swollen with cunning of a self-conceit, / his waxen wings did mount above his reach, / and, melting, heavens conspir’d his overthrow’
faustus, a1s1 (magic)
‘tis magic, magic, that hath ravish’d me!’
faustus, a1s1 (necromancy)
‘and the necromantic books are heavenly’
scholar, a1s2 (fallen)
‘o faustus, then i fear…that thou art fallen into that damned art’
mephostophilis, a1s3 (hell)
‘why, this is hell, nor am i out of it’
faustus, a1s3 (souls)
‘had i as many souls as there be stars, / i’d give them all for mephostophilis’
faustus, a2s1 (backwards)
‘despair in god, and trust in beelzebub. / now go not backward; no, faustus, be resolute’
faustus, a2s1 (blood)
‘faustus hath cut his arm, and with his proper blood / assures his soul to be great lucifer’s’
faustus, a2s1 (deceit)
‘o, thou art deceived’
faustus, a2s2 (salvation)
‘my heart is harden’d, i cannot repent. / scarce can i name salvation, faith or heaven’
faustus, a2s2 (christ)
‘o christ, my saviour, my saviour. / help to save distressed faustus’ soul’
faustus, a3s1 (hand)
‘that looking down the earth appear’d to me / no bigger than my hand in quantity’
pope adrian, a3s1 (wool)
‘thus as the gods creep on with feet of wool / long ere with iron hands they punish men’
faustus, a4s5 (condemn)
‘what art thou, faustus, but a man condemn’d to die?’
faustus, a5s1 (helen)
‘sweet helen, make me immortal with a kiss’
bad angel, a5s2 (pleasure)
‘he that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall’
faustus, a5s3 (waterdrops)
’ o soul, be chang’d into little water drops / and fall into the ocean, ne’er be found’
mephostophilis, a2s1 (rack)
‘when we hear one rack the name of god, / we fly in hope to get his glorious soul’
