The history of the damnable life and deserved death of Doctor John Faustus, 1592, together with The second report of Faustus, containing his appearances and the deeds of Wagner, 1594.
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The history of the damnable life and deserved death of Doctor John Faustus, 1592, together with The second report of Faustus, containing his appearances and the deeds of Wagner, 1594.
Faust, -approximately 1540 -- Legends
would deem him to be in Heaven, upon the brims of it round about grew
the high Pines, the stately Cedars, and always so green as the most
fresh Meadow: the height of this huge rock was two and twenty miles in
even altitude and half a mile of just circuit all the way: there he
tied his Horse to a Tree and knocked at the Castle gate, where afore
was never seen any, so that no path could there be seen, so that a man
might justly have called it the house of little Hospitality, to him
there came Neglectment, an old Lady, and demanded what he would, who
told her his errand, and withal a ring of fine gold from the three
Fairies; she knew the ring and his errand, and conveyed him into many
a fair room, wherein she shewed him many a worthy Knight’s memorials,
many an antique Monument heaped up, but inner rooms so monstrous dark
and nightly, that no human eye could perceive anything, and forth she
brought him unto a Garden, out of the midst whereof rose a little Hill,
from the summit whereof there was a paved way of pure Crystal stone,
from along whose bosom trilled a small Water: This water an old man
held, and indeed he had it as a Patrimony, for therefore he could shew
many an ancient evidence, and worn Charter, his hair was all fled to
his front, as if some enemy had scared the hinder locks from his scalp,
on his back hung a pair of Wings which flagged down, as if either they
had been broken or he weary, and thus he overstrode a round World,
from out of every part whereof gushed out this small River which was
conveyed down in this Crystal pipe, in his hand he held a long scythe,
and in the other an hour-glass, here the Doctor seeing the old ruins of
this sumptuous house, and all the fair Walls and buildings over-grown
with a deadly Moss, was much amazed, but because he could not tarry,
he dipped a small Vial in the spring and departed, and for because he
was so peremptorily warned not to tarry, he could not behold the most
stately Galleries, in which he might see the World’s chief pleasures
and Monuments, some wholly worn away, some half, and some even now
beginning, and some wholly quite over-grown with a thick earthy fur,
for as he came by an old Wall he chanced with his elbow to rub off the
thick Moss, and then might he see a fair piece of Parchment gilded and
painted curiously, wherein was truly described the ancient tokens of
a most brave and worthy Gentleman, so having sped of his journey he
came by the same way again as he went, Neglectment shut the doors upon
him, whilst he mounted upon his white swift-footed Horse and by the
like time arrived at his own house, where having with the blood of a
new-slain heifer, thrice anointed the feet of his Cavallo, and tying at
his ear with a string of fine silk spun by the hands of a pure maid,
the received ring of invisibility unto his ear, with many a Cross,
and many an open _Ave Maria_, dismissed him, who in the same moment
returned to the place from whence he came. With this water the Doctor
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