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
these seven were conjuring, huge flames as if some great pile had
been made to the burial of a noble Hero, climbing up in huge volumes
up into the Air, or if some great store of stubble had been fired, so
vehemently furious was the flame that no man there (and there were
above thirty) was able once to draw near to any part of ye House, the
cry was carried into the City of this fire, whereupon the whole town
was assembled with hooks, buckets, ladders, etc., where in vain they
emptied many a large Well, till divers learned Preachers falling down
submissively on their knees, with good faith appeased this seeming
fire which indeed was none, but a mere diabolical illusion, then they
entered into the house, where they found the Barrels brought a bed
and delivered, the cups, the whole furniture clean destroyed, broken,
and thrown about the House, but drawing near unto the most rueful and
lamentable spectacle of all, coming into the yard or grove which was
moated about and enclosed with a thick Wall of trees very exceeding
high, as Fir trees are, so very thick that no light was pierceable into
it, in the very midst whereof was a round plot of some one hundred foot
any way from the Centre, there found they the religious Circles, there
the strange Characters, names of Angels, a thousand Crosses, there
found they the five cross hilted Daggers for the five Kings of Hell,
there many a strong bulwark builded with rows of Crosses, there found
they the surplices, the stoles, pall, mitres, holy water pots broken,
their periapts, seats, signs of the Angels of the seven days, with
infinite like trash and damnable roguery, the fruits of the Devil’s
rank fancy. But the most lamentable sight of all, the seven Scholars
utterly torn in pieces, their blood having changed the colour of the
ground into a dark Crimson, all their bodies as black as any coal, as
if they had been scorched with a material fire, their flesh violently
rent from the bones, and hanging down in morsels like the skirts of a
side-coat, their bones all broken, their veins cut in sunder, and their
bowels broad shed upon the earth, their brains poured out and covering
the red grass all over, their noses stumped, their eyes thrust out,
their mouths widened and slit up to the ears, their teeth dashed
out, and their tongues starting out betwixt their gums, their hair
clean singed off, in brief imagine with yourselves in your minds,
and propound a picture in your thought, the most deformed, torn, and
ill-favoured that you can think on, yet shall it not compare to the
most lachrimable sight and shew of them, surpassing as much all credit
as my skill duly to describe them, whom when they had buried without
tarriance, razed the house to the ground, and filled up the moats with
earth, heaping upon the place of this murther the stones of the house
defaced, then they returned home discoursing with lamentable judgment
upon the high and severe revenge of God’s indignation upon them which
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