consequences, and leagues himself with demoniacal power, with "How am I glutted with conceit of this! Perform what desperate enterprize I will? 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, Enter VALDES and CORNELIUS. Come, German Valdes and Cornelius, And make me blest with your sage conference. Know that your words have won me at the last Both Law and Physic are for petty wits; Whose shadow made all Europe honour him. Valdes. These books, thy wit, and our experience Shall make all nations to canonize us. As Indian Moors obey their Spanish lords, So shall the spirits of every element Be always serviceable to us three. Like Lions shall they guard us when we please; Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids, Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love. From Venice they shall drag whole argosies, And from America the golden fleece, That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury*; If learned Faustus will be resolute. * An anachronism. Faustus. As resolute am I in this As thou to live, therefore object it not." In his colloquy with the fallen angel, he shows the fixedness of his determination : "What! is great Mephostophilis so passionate For being deprived of the joys of heaven ? And scorn those joys thou never shalt possess." Yet we afterwards find him faltering in his resolution, and struggling with the extremity of his fate : My heart is harden'd, I cannot repent: Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven; And long ere this I should have done the deed, Come, Mephostophilis, let us dispute again, There is one passage more of this kind, which is so striking and beautiful, so like a rapturous and deeply passionate dream, that I cannot help quoting it here it is the address to the Apparition of Helen. Enter HELEN again, passing over between two Cupids. Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flics. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; -Oh! thou art fairer than the evening air, And none but thou shalt be my paramour." The ending of the play is terrible, and his last exclamations betray an anguish of mind and vehemence of passion not to be contemplated without shuddering: Perhaps the finest trait in the whole play, and that which softens and subdues the horror of it, is the interest taken by the two scholars in the fate of their master, and their unavailing attempts to dissuade him from his relentless career. The regard to learning is the ruling passion of this drama, and its indications are as mild and amiable in them as its ungoverned pursuit has been fatal to Faustus. "Yet, for he was a scholar once admir'd For wondrous knowledge in our German schools, So the Chorus: "Cut is the branch that might have grown full strait, That sometime grew within this learned man." And still more affecting are his own conflicts of mind and agonizing doubts on this subject just before, when he exclaims to his friends: "Oh, gentlemen! Hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches. Though my heart pant and quiver to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years; oh! would I had never seen Wittenberg, never read book!" A finer compliment was never paid, nor a finer lesson ever read to the pride of learning. The intermediate comic parts, in which Faustus is not directly concerned, are mean and grovelling to the last degree. One of the Clowns says to another, "Snails! what hast got there? A book? Why thou can'st not tell ne'er a word on't." Indeed, the ignorance and barbarism of the time, as here described, might almost justify Faustus's overstrained admiration of learning, and turn the heads of those who possessed it from novelty and unaccustomed excitement, as the Indians are made drunk with wine! Goethe, the German poet, has written a drama on this tradition of his country, which is considered a master-piece. I cannot find in Marlowe's play, any proofs of the atheism or impiety attributed to him, unless the belief in witchcraft and the Devil can be regarded as such; and at the time he wrote, not to have believed in both would have been construed into the rankest atheism and irreligion. There is a delight, as Mr. Lamb says, "in dallying with interdicted subjects;" but that does not, by any means, imply either a practical or speculative disbelief of them. 'Lust's Dominion, or The Lascivious Queen,' is referable to the same general style of writing; and is a striking picture, or rather caricature of the unrestrained love of power, not as |