Dr Faustus - The Pope Scene
| Enter CHORUS | |
| CHORUS | |
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         Learnèd Faustus  | 
    
| To know the secrets of astronomy | |
| Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament, | |
| Did mount himself to scale Olympus' top, | |
| 5 | Being seated in a chariot burning bright, | 
| Drawn by the strength of yoky drangons' necks. | |
| He now is gone to prove cosmography, | |
| And, as I guess, will first arrive at Rome, | |
| To see the Pope and manner of his court, | |
| 10 | And take some part of holy Peter's feast, | 
| That to this day is higly solemnized. | |
| Exit CHORUS. | |
| SCENE 7 | |
| [Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS]. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| 1 | Having now, my good Mephistophilis, | 
| Passed with delight the stately town of Trier, | |
| Environed round with airy mountain tops, | |
| With walls of flint and deep-entrenched lakes, | |
| 5 | Not to be won by any conquering prince; | 
| From Paris next, coasting the realm of France, | |
| We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine, | |
| Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines. | |
| Then up to Naples, rich Campania, | |
| 10 | Whose buildings fair and gorgeous to the eye, | 
| The streets straight forth and paved with finest brick, | |
| Quarters the town in four equivalents. | |
| There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb, | |
| The way he cut an English mile in length | |
| 15 | Thorough a rock of stone in one night's space. | 
| From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest, | |
| In one of which a sumptuous temple stands | |
| That threats the stars with her aspiring top. | |
| Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time: | |
| 20 | But tell me now what resting-place is this? | 
| Hast thou, as erst I did command | |
| Conducted me within the walls of Rome? | |
| MEPHISTOPHILIS | |
| Faustus, I have; and, because we will not be unprovided, I have taken up his Holiness' | |
| privy-chamber for our use. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| 25 | I hope his Holiness will bid us welcome. | 
| MEPHISTOPHILIS | |
| Tut, 'tis no matter; man; we'll be bold with his good cheer. | |
| And now, my Faustus, that thou mayst perceive | |
| What Rome containeth to delight thee with, | |
| 30 | Know that this city stands upon seven hills | 
| That underprop the groundwork of the same: | |
| Just through the midst runs flowing Tiber's stream | |
| With winding banks that cut it in two parts, | |
| Over the which four stately bridges lean, | |
| 35 | That makes safe passage to each part of Rome. | 
| Upon the bridge called Ponte Angelo | |
| Erected is a castle passing strong | |
| Within whose walls such store of ordnance are, | |
| And double cannons framed of carvèd brass, | |
| 40 | As match the days within one complete year, | 
| Besides the gates, and high pyramides | |
| Which Julius Caesar brought from Africa. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| Now, by the kingdoms of infernal rule, | |
| Of Styx, of Acheron, and the fiery lake | |
| 45 | Of ever-burning Phlegethon, I swear | 
| That I do long to see the monuments | |
| And situation of bright-splendent Rome. | |
| Come, therefore, let's away! | |
| MEPHISTOPHILIS | |
| Nay, Faustus, stay. I know you'd fain see the Pope | |
| 50 | And take some part of holy Peter's feast, | 
| Where thou shalt see a troop of bald-pate friars | |
| Whose summum bonum is in belly-cheer. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| Well, I'm content to compass then some sport, | |
| And by their folly make us merriment. | |
| 55 | Then charm me that I may be invisible, to do what I please, unseen | 
| of any whilst I stay in Rome. | |
| [MEPHISTOPHILIS charms him.] | |
| MEPHISTOPHILIS | |
| So, Faustus; now do what thou wilt, thou shalt not be discern'd. | |
| [Sound a sennet. Enter the POPE and the CARDINAL OF | |
| LORRAINE to the banquet, with FRIARS attending.] | |
| POPE | |
| My Lord of Lorraine, will't please you draw near? | |
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         FAUSTUS  | 
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| 60 | Fall to, and the devil choke you an you spare | 
| POPE | |
| How now! who's that which spake? Friars, look about. | |
| FIRST FRIAR | |
| Here's nobody, if it like your Holiness. | |
| POPE | |
| My lord, here is a dainty dish was sent me from the Bishop of Milan. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| 65 | I thank you, sir. [Snatch it] | 
| POPE | |
| How now! who's that which snatched the meat from me? will | |
| no man look?--My lord, this dish was sent me from the Cardinal | |
| of Florence. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| [Snatching the dish] You say true. I'll ha't. | |
| POPE | |
| 70 | What, again? My lord, I'll drink to your grace. | 
| FAUSTUS | |
| [Snatching the cup] I'll pledge your grace. | |
| LORRAINE | |
| My lord, it may be some ghost, newly crept out of | |
| Purgatory, come to beg a pardon of your Holiness. | |
| POPE | |
| It may be so. Friars, prepare a dirge to lay the fury of this ghost. | |
| 75 | Once again my lord, fall to. [The POPE crosseth himself.] | 
| FAUSTUS | |
| What, are you crossing of yourself? | |
| Well, use that trick no more, I would advise you. | |
| [The POPE crosses himself again.] | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| Well, there's the second time. Aware the third, | |
| I give you fair warning. | |
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         [The POPE cross(es himself) again, and FAUSTUS hits him a box of the ear; and they all (except FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS) run away.]  | 
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| FAUSTUS | |
| 80 | Come on, Mephistophilis; what shall we do? | 
| MEPHISTOPHILIS | |
| Nay, I know not: we shall be cursed with bell, book, | |
| and candle. | |
| FAUSTUS | |
| How! bell, book, and candle, candle, book, and bell, | |
| Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell. | |
| 85 | Anon you shall hear a hog grunt, a calf bleat, and an ass bray, | 
| Because it is Saint Peter's holiday. | |
| [Re-enter all the FRIARS to sing the Dirge.] | |
| FIRST FRIAR | |
| Come, brethren, let's about our business with good devotion. | |
| [(The FRIARS) Sing this.] | |
| CURSED BE HE THAT STOLE AWAY HIS HOLINESS' MEAT FROM THE | |
| TABLE! | |
| 90 | Maledicat Dominus! | 
| CURSED BE HE THAT STRUCK HIS HOLINESS A BLOW ON THE FACE! | |
| Maledicat Dominus! | |
| CURSED BE HE THAT TOOK FRIAR SANDELO A BLOW ON THE PATE! | |
| Maledicat Dominus! | |
| 95 | CURSED BE HE THAT DISTURBETH OUR HOLY DIRGE! | 
| Maledicat Dominus! | |
| CURSED BE HE THAT TOOK AWAY HIS HOLINESS' WINE! | |
| Maledicat Dominus! | |
| Et omnes Sancti. Amen. | |
| [FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS beat the FRIARS, and fling fireworks among them, and so exuent.] |