[CHORUS 1]
Enter CHORUS
CHORUS
Not marching in the fields of Trasimene
Where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagins,
Nor sporting in the dalliance of love
In courts of kings where state is overturned,
5 Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds
Intends our Muse to vaunt his heavenly verse.
Only this, gentles: we must now perform
The form of Faustusā fortunes, good or bad.
And now to patient judgments we appeal
10 And speak for Faustus in his infancy.
Now is he born of parents base of stock
In Germany, within a town called Rhodes.
At riper years, to Wittenberg he went,
Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up.
15 So much he profits in divinity
That shortly he was graced with doctorās name,
Excelling all, and sweetly can dispute
In heavenly matters of theology,
Till, swollen with cunning of a self-conceit,
20 His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, heavens conspired his overthrow.
For falling to a devilish exercise
And glutted now with learningās golden gifts
He surfeits upon cursed necromancy.
25 Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss.
And this the man that in his study sits. [Exit]
[SCENE 1]
Enter FAUSTUS in his study
FAUSTUS
Settle thy studies Faustus and begin
To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess.
Having commenced, be a divine in show
Yet level at the end of every art
5 And live and die in Aristotleās works.
Sweet Analytics, ātis thou hast ravished me.
āBene disserere est finis logicesā.
Is to dispute well logicās chiefest end?
Affords this art no greater miracle?
10 Then read no more; thou hast attained that end.
A greater subject fitteth Faustusā wit.
Bid āon kai me onā farewell, and Galen come.
Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold,
And be eternized for some wondrous cure.
15 āSummum bonum medicinae sanitasā,
The end of physic is our bodyās health.
Why Faustus, hast thou not attained that end?
Are not thy bills hung up as monuments
Whereby whole cities have escaped the plague
20 And thousand desperate maladies been cured?
Yet art thou still but Faustus and a man.
Couldst thou make men to live eternally
Or, being dead, raise them to life again,
Then this profession were to be esteemed.
25 Physic, farewell. Where is Justinian?
āSi una eademque ...