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A51518	The life and death of Doctor Faustus made into a farce by Mr. Mountford ; with the humours of Harlequin and Scaramouche, as they were several times acted ... at the Queens Theatre in Dorset Garden ...; Doctor Faustus	Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.	1697 (1697)	Wing M2975; ESTC R31054	16,278	30

Act●●on and turn my self to a Stag. Faust. And I 'll play Diana and send you the Horns presently Enter Dari●s and Alexander they Fight Dari●s falls Alexander takes his Crown and puts it on his Head Exit Dari●is sinks Faust. Away be gon see my Gracious Lord what Beast is that that thru●ts his Head out of yo● ' Window Emp. O wondrous Sight see tow Horns on young Benoolio's Head call him Lords Lord. What ho Benoolio Ben. A Plague upon you set me Sleep Lord. Look up Benoolio 't is the Emperor calls Ben. The Emperor O my Head Faust. And thy Horns hold 't is no matter for thy Head Ben. Doctor this is your Villany Faust. O say not so Sir the Doctor has no Skill if he bring Alexander or Dari●s here you 'll be Act●●on and turn to a Stag Therefore if it please your Majesty I 'll bring a Kennel of Hounds to hunt him Ho! Helmot Argi●on As●erot Ben. Hold he 'll raise a Kennel of Devils Good my Lord intreat Emp. Prithee remove his Horns he has don● Penance enough Faust. Away and remember hereafter you speak well of Scholars Ben. If Scholars be such Cuckolds to put Horns upon honest Mens Heads I 'll ne'er trust Smooth-face and Small-band more But if I been't reveng'd may I be turn'd to a Gaping Oyster and drink nothing but Salt-water Emp. Come Faustus in recompence of this high Desert Thou shalt command the State of Germany and live belov'd of mighty Carol●s Exeunt omnes SCENE a Garden Lord. Nay sweet Benoolio let us sway thy Thoughts from this Attempt against the Conjurer Ben. My Head is lighter than it was by the Horns And yet my Heart 's more pond'rous than my Head And pants until I see the Conjurer dead 2 Lord. Consider Ben. Away disswade me not he comes Dra●s Enter Faustus with a false Head Now Sword ●trike home For Horns he gave I 'll have his Head anon Runs Faustus through he falls 〈◊〉 Oh 〈◊〉 〈…〉 〈◊〉 his Head off Lord. 〈…〉 Ben. First on this Scull in qu●ttance of my Wrongs I 'll na●l huge ●orked Horns within the Window where he yoak'd me first that all the World may see my just Revenge and thus having settled his Head Faust. What shall the Body do Gentlemen Ben. The Devil 's alive again Lord. Give the Devil his Head again Faust. Nay keep it Faustus will have Heads and Hands I call your Hearts to recompence this Deed. Ho Asteroth Belin●oth Mephostopholis Enter Devils and Horse 'em upon others Go Horse these Traytors on your fiery Backs Drag 'em through Dir● and Mud through Thorns and Briers Lord. Pity us gentle Faustus save our Lives Faust. Away Ben. He must needs go whom the Devil drives Sp●rits ●ly away Exit Faustus SCENE a Hall Enter Harlequin in a Beggar 's Hebit Harl. I find this Scaramouche is a Villain he has left the Doctor and is come to be Steward to a rich Widdow whose Husband dyed Yesterday and here he is coming to give the Poor their Doles of which I 'll ha' my Share Scaramouche and poor People with a Basket of Bread and Mon●y Scar. Come hither poor Devils stand in Order and be Damn'd I come to distribute what your deceased good Master hath bequeath'd They all s●are at Scar. H●rl God bless you Mr. Steward Scar. Let me tell you Gentlemen he was as good a Man as ever piss't or cry'd Stand on the High-way Scaramouche takes out a Loaf and a Shilli●g ●olds it out and Harlequin takes it He spent a good Estate 't is true but he was no Body's ●oe but his own I never left him while he was worth a Groat Again He would now and then C●r●e in 〈◊〉 Passion and give a Soul to the Devil or ●o yet what of that He always paid his Club and no Man can say he owes this Again He had a col●'s Tooth and over-laid one of his Maids yet what of that All Flesh is ●rail Again 'T is thought that her Body workt him off on his Legs why what of that his Legs were his own and his Arse never hung in your Light Again Sometimes you 'll say he wou'd rap out an Oath what then Words are but Wind and he meant no more harm than a sucking Pig does by squeaking Again Now let 's consider his good Deeds he brew'd a Firkin of strong Drink for the poor every Year and kill'd an old Ram every Easter The Meat that was stale and his Drink that was sowre was always yours Again He allow'd you in Harvest to ●lean after his Rake Again And now at his Death has given you all this Again Scar. So setting the Here 's Head against the ●oose Giblets he was a good Hospitable Man and much good may do you with what you had Poor I have had nothing 2 Poor Nor I● 3 Po. Nor I. 4. Po. Nor. I. Scar. Nothing All. Nothing nothing Scar. Nothing nothing you lying Rogues then there 's something for you Beats 'em all off Enter Harlequin in a Cloak l●●ghing Har. So now I am Victual'd I may hold our Siege against Hunger A Noise within this way this way Ha! they are hunting a after me and will kill me Let me see I will take this Gi●bet for my Preserver and with this long Cloak make as if I were hang'd Now when they find a Man hang'd not knowing me in this Disguise they 'll look no farther after me but think the Thie●●s hang'd I hear ' ●m coming Throws himself off the Ladder Enter Scaramouche Scar. Ha! what 's here a Man hang'd But what Paper is this is his Hand Whil'st Scaramouche reads Harlequin puts the Rope over him I have cheated the Poor of their Mony and took the Bread out of their Mouths for which I was much troubled in Conscience fell into Dispair and as you see hang'd my self Pulls him up and runs out O the Devil Murder murder Enter Poor Poor O Neighbours here hangs the Rogue Scar. Help me down Poor No you are very well as you are Scar. Don't you know me Poor Ay for a Rogue e'en finish your Work and save the Hang-man a Labour Yet now I think on 't self-murder is a crying Sin and may damn his Soul Come Neighbours we 'll take him down and have him hang'd according to Law When ●e's down he trips up their ●●●s and r●ns out they after him All. Stop Thief stop Thief Thunder and Lightning Luci●er Beelzebub and Mephostopholis Luc. Thus from the infernal Dis do we ase●nd bringing with us the Deed the Time is come which makes it forfeit Enter Faustus an old Man and a Scholar Old M. Yet Faustus call on Heav'n Faust. O● 't is too late behold they lock my Hands Old M. Who Faustus Faust. Luci●er and Mephos●opholis I gave 'em my Soul for Four and twenty Years Old M. Heav'n ●orbid Fau. Ay Heav'n forbad it indeed but Faustus has done it for the vain Pleasure of Four and twenty Years Faustus has lost eternal Joy and Felicity I writ 'em a Bill with my own Blood the Date is expired this is the Time and they are come to ●etch me Old M. Why would not Faustus tell me of that before Faust. I oft in●ended it but the Devil threat'ned to tear me in Pieces O Friend retire and save your self Old M. I 'll into the next Room and their pray for thee Faust. Ay pray for me and what Noise soever you hear stir not for nothing can rescue me Old M. Pray thou and I 'll pray Adie● Faust. If I live till Morning I 'll visit you if not 〈◊〉 is go● to Hell Ex●unt old Man and Scholar Meph. Ay Faustus now thou hast no hopes on Heav'n Faust. O thou bewitching Fi●nd 't was thou and thy Temptations hath rob'd me of eternal Happiness Meph. I do confess it Faustus and rejoyce What weep'st thou 't is too late hark to thy knell Fools that will Laugh on Earth must Weep in Hell Ext. Good and bad Angel descend Good An. O Faustus if thou hadst given Ear to me Innumerable Joys had followed thee But thou didst love the World Bad An. Gave Ear to me and now must taste Hell's Pains perpetual Throne of H●aven appears Good An. Had'st thou a●●ected sweet Divinity Hell nor the Devil had no Power on thee Had'st thou kept on that way Faustus behold in what resplended Glory thou had'st sat that hast thou Lost. And now poor Soul must thy good Angel leave The Jaws of H●ll are ready to receive thee Ascend H●ll is discovered Bad An. Now Faustus let thy Eyes with Horror stare Into that Vast perpetual torturing House Faust. O I have seen enough to torture me Bad An. Nay thou must feel 'em ' taste the Smart of all He that loves Pleasure must for Pleasure ●all And so I leave thee Faustus till anon Thou 'lt ●umble into Confusion Descends The Clock strikes Eleven Faust. Now Faustus hast thou but one bear Hour to Live And then thou must be Damn'd perpetually Stand still you ever-moving Spheres of Heav'n That Time may cease and Mid-night never come Or le● this Hour be but a Year a Mon●h a Week a natural Day that Faustus may repent and save his Soul Mountains and Hills come come and ●all on me and hi●e me from the heavy Wrath of Heav'n Gape E●rth Oh no it will not harbour me The Cl●●k strikes Oh! half the Hour is past 't will all be past a●o● Oh! if my Soul must suffer for my Sin impose some end to my incessant Pain Let Faustus live in Hell a Thousand Years an Hundred thousand and at last be sav'd Strikes Twelve No End is limitted to damn'd Souls It strikes it strikes Now Body turn to Air to Earth or Water Oh! avoid the Fire They come Oh! mercy Heaven ugly Hell gape not Come not Lu●ifer O Mephostopholis Sink with Devils Thunder Enter old Man and Scholar Old M. Come Friend let 's visit Faustus For such a dreadful Night was never seen Scene discovers Faust●s's Limbs Schol. O help us Heav'n see here are Faustus's Limbs All torn asunder by the Hand of Hell Old M. May this a fair Example be to all To avoid such Ways which brought poor Faustus's Fall And whatsoever Pleasure does invite Sell not your Souls to purchase vain Delight Exeunt Scene changes to Hell Faustus Limbs come together A Dance and Song FINIS