Marlowe's Faust: die älteste dramatische Bearbeitung der Faustsage

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A. Gosohorsky's Buchhandlung, 1870 - 132 pages

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Page 34 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who 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?
Page 7 - 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.
Page 34 - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be...
Page 35 - Next Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear ; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Page 31 - So it fell out, that as he purposed to stab one, whom he ought a grudge unto, with his dagger, the other party perceiving so...
Page 32 - Why should thy excellent wit, His gift, be so blinded, that thou shouldst give no glory to the Giver...
Page 33 - Hadst thou affected sweet divinity, Hell or the devil had had no power on thee. Hadst thou kept on that way, Faustus, behold...
Page 29 - I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And reign sole king of all the provinces; Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp's bridge, I'll make my servile spirits to invent.
Page 5 - In heavenly matters of theology; Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspired his overthrow; For, falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted now with learning's golden gifts, He surfeits upon cursed necromancy.
Page 55 - I charge thee to return, and change thy shape; Thou art too ugly to attend on me: Go, and return an old Franciscan friar; That holy shape becomes a devil best.

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