Marlowe's Faustus: Goethe's FaustG. Routledge and sons, 1889 - Всего страниц: 315 |
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ANGEL art thou blood Bran breast child Chorus Christopher Marlowe Clown creature crowd curse dance death delight devil Ditto Doctor Faustus Don Quixote dost doth dream earth Edition Enter evermore evil EVIL ANGEL Exeunt Exit eyes fair fancies Faust fear feel give goblet happy hast thou hear heart heaven hell HENRY MORLEY hither Horse-c HORSE-COURSER hour Isaac D'Israeli kiss LAURENCE STERNE light live look lord Lucifer magic man's Marg Marlowe Master Doctor Meph Mephistophilis merry mong never night o'er pentagram play pleasant pleasure poor pray Ralph repent Robin rock round SCENE Schol Semichorus sing smile song soul spirit strange sweet Tamburlaine tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought TOPHELES twill voice WALPURGIS NIGHT wander wilt wine Witch words young
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Стр. 64 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul! See, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Стр. 14 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates ; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Стр. 38 - Nor will I henceforth: pardon me in this, And Faustus vows never to look to Heaven, Never to name God, or to pray to him, To burn his Scriptures, slay his ministers, And make my spirits pull his churches down.
Стр. 69 - That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven ! [The clock strikes the half-hour.] Ah, half the hour is past!
Стр. 35 - And long ere this I should have slain myself, Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair. Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love, and QEnon's death ? And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes, With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis ? Why should I die, then, or basely despair? I am resolv'd ; Faustus shall ne'er repent. — Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And argue of divine astrology.
Стр. 68 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul ! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Стр. 69 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Стр. 22 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it; Think'st thou that I, that saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss ? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Стр. 14 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Стр. 63 - His faith is great: I cannot touch his soul; But what I may afflict his body with I will attempt, which is but little worth. FAUST. One thing, good servant...