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And turning to his men,
Quoth our brave Henry then:
"Though they to one be ten

Be not. amazM!
Yet have we well begun:
Battles Bo bravely won
Have ever to the sun

By Fame been raised! 3

"And for myself," quoth he,
"This my full rest" shall be:
England ne'er mourn for me,

Nor more esteem me!
Victor I will remain.
Or on this earth lie slain;
Never shall She sustain

Loss to redeem me! *0

"Poitiers and Creasy tell,
When most their pride did swell,
Under our swords they fell.

No less our skill is,
Than when our Grandsire great,
Claiming the regal seat,
By many a warlike feat

Lopped the French lilies."

The Duke >f York Ho dread
The eager vanward led;
With the main, Henry sped

Amongst his henchmen:
Exeter had the rear,
A braver man not there!
0 Lord, how hot they were

On the false Frenchmen! 56

They now to fight are gone;
Armour on armour shone;
Drum now to drum did groan:

To hear, was wonder;
That, with the cries they make,
The very earth did shake;
Trumpet to trumpet spake;

Thunder to thunder. 6t

Well it thine age became,

0 noble Erpingnam,

Which O.idst the signal aim
To our hid forces!

W'hen, from a meadow by,

Like a storm suddenly,

The English archery-
Stuck the French horses. H

W'ith Spanish yew so strong;
Arrows a cloth-yard long,

! rwolntlon

That like to serpents stung,

Piercing the weather.
None from his fellow starts;
But, playing manly parts,
And like true English hearts,

Stuck close together.

When down their bows they threw,
And forth their bilboes" drew,
And on the Trench they flew:

Not one was tardy.
Arms were from shoulders sent,
Scalps to the teeth were rent,
Down the French peasants went:

Our men were hardy.

This while our noble King,
His broail sword brandishing,
Down the French host did ding,

As to o'crwhelm it;
And many a deep wound lent;
His arms with blood besprent,
And many a cruel dent

Bruised his helmet.

Gloucester, that duke so good,
Next of the royal blood,
Fcr famous England stood

With his brave brother;
Clarence, in steel so bright,
Though but a maiden knight,
Yet in that furious fight

Scarce such another!

Warwick in blood did wade,
Oxford, the foe invade,
And cruel slaughter made,

Still as they ran up.
SutTolk his axe did ply;
Beaumont and Willoughby
Bare them right doughtily;

Ferrers and Fanhope.

Upon Saint Crispin's Day
fought was this noble Fray;
Which Fame did not delay

To England to carry.
O when shall English men
With such acts fill a pen?
Or England breed again

Such a King Harryf

BEN JONSON (1573M637)
To Cklia
Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And 1 will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I '11 not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there

It could not wither'd bo;
But thou thereon didst only breathe

And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, 1 swear,

Not of itself but thee!

The Triumph Of Chaeis

See the chariot at hand here of Love,

Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,

And well the car Love guidetli.
As she goes, all hearts do duty

Unto her beauty;
And enamour'd, do wish, so they might

But enjoy such a sight.
That they still were to run by her side,

Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. 1(>

Do but look on her eyes, they do light

All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright

As Love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead smoother

Than words that soothe her;
And from her arched brows, such a grace

Sheds itself through the face
As alone there triumphs to the life
All the gain, all the good, of the elements'
strife. 20

Have you seen but a bright lily grow.

Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of the snow ,

Before the soil hath smutched it f
Have you felt the wool of the beaver .'

Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud of the briar?

Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so sweet is she!
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
(1564-1593)

THE ELIZABETHAN AGE—DRAMA

FROM

THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OP DOCTOR FAUSTUS.*

Enter Chorus.

Choris

Not marching in the fields of Thrasyt mene,1

Where Mars did mate-- the warlike Carthagens;

Nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of kings where state3 is overturn M;

Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds, Intends our Muse to vaunt her heavenly verse:

Only this, gentles,—we must now perform

The form of Faustus' fortunes, good or bad:

And now to patient judgments we appeal,

And speak for Faustus in his infancy. 10

Now is he born of parents base of stock,

In Germany, within a town eall'd Rhodes :*

At riper years, to Wittenberg he went,

Whereas3 his kinsmen chiefly brought him up.

So much he profits in divinity,

i The scene of Hannibal's defeat of the Romans, B. C. Marlowe means that his drama Is not to deal, like others, with wars and Intrigues.

'cope wltb 4 Roda. near Weimar.

3 statehood, majesty 5 where

• The Faust legend, which embodies the old fancy of a compact with the Evil One. had Its origin In the life of a certain (ierman doctor (1. e. learned man) of evil character, Johnnn Faustus, who, dying about 1538, was reputed to have been carried off by the devil. The tales that grew up about his memory wen' collected In "The History of Dr. Faustus. the Notorious Magician and Master of the Hlack Art." published at Frankfort-on-the-Maln In 1587. A translation was printed In England and Marlowe Immediately dramatized it • 15881 : since then the story has appeared in many forms. Marlowe's drama was probably not printed In his lifetime. The editions dated 1604 and 1016 differ In many particular* and certainly neither of them Rives us the text as he left It. It is possible that none of the comic scenes, the mingling of which with tragedy came to be one of the characteristics of Elizabethan drama, were from his pen. The extracts given above present only the central tragic theme. The 1616 text is followed, with scene numbers Inserted to correspond with A. W. Ward's divisions of the 1604 text.

That shortly he was grac'd with doctor's name,

Excelling all, and sweetly can dispute
In th' heavenly matters of theology;
Till swoln with cunning," of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his
reach,7 -'0
And, melting, heavens conspir'd his over-
throw;

For, falling to a devilish exercise,
And glutted now with learning's golden gifts,
He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chief est bliss:
And this the man that in his study sits.

[Exit.

[scene L]

Faustus discovered in his study. Faustus. Settle8 thy studies, Faustus, and begin

To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess:»

Having commenc'd,io be a divine in show,

Yet level at the end" of every art,

And live and die in Aristotle's works.

Sweet Analytics, 'tis thou hast ravish 'd me!

Bene disserere est finis logices.'

Is, to dispute well, logic's chiefest end I

Affords this art no greater miracle?

Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that

end: 10 A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid Economy farewell, and Galen'3 come: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold. And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: Summitm bonum medicince sanitas. The end of physic is our body's health. Why, Faustus. hast thou not attain'd that

end?

Are not thy bills11 hung up as monuments. Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague.

o knowledge >> aim at the goal (viz.,

7 Alluding to the story metaphysics)

of Icarus. 12 "To dispute well Is

8 fix upon 'the end of logic."

0 choose for n profes- 1" A famous physician sion of the second cen

i" tiiki-n the doctor's tury.

degree 11 prescriptions

And thousand desperate maladies been
cur'd? 20
Yet art tliou still but Faustus, and a man.
Couldst thou make men to live eternally,
Or, being dead, raise them to life again,
Then this profession were to be esteem'd.
Physic, farewell! Where is Justinian?15

[ Heads.

Si una eademque res legatur duobus, alter

rein, alter valorem rci, tj't."1 A petty case of paltry legacies! [Heads. Exhwrtditare filium non potest pater, nisi,

Such is the subject of the institute,

And universal body of the law: 'M

This study fits a mercenary drudge,

Who aims at nothing but exter-ial trash;

Too servile and illiberal for me.

When all is done, divinity is best:

Jerome's Bible,18 Faustus; view it well.

[Heads.

Stipendium peccati mors est. Ha! Stipen-
dium, $c. The reward of sin is death; that's
hard. [Beads.
Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, el nulla est
in nobis Veritas; If we say that we have
no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there is
no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must
sin, and so consequently die: 4-
Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,
What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu!'1'
These metaphysics of magicians,
And necromantic books are heavenly;
Lines, circles, scenes, letters, and characters;
Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires.
O, what a world of profit and delight, 50
Of power, of honour, and omnipotence,
Is promis'd to the studious artizan!
All things that move between the quiet polo
Shall be at my command: emperors and
kings

Are but obeyed in their several provinces;
But his dominion that exceeds in this,
Strctclieth as far as doth the mind of man;
A sound magician is a demigod:
Here tire, my brains, to gain a deity.

Enter Wagner.
Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, BO
The German Valdcs and Cornelius;
Bequest them earnestly to visit me.

is A Roman emperor and law-giver.

16 "If one and Hip same thinii be bequeathed to

two. one [shall have] the thing, the other Its

value, etc."

iv "A father mny not disinherit his son. unless.

etc." l>> The Villon to.

i» Here Faustus turns to his books of magic.

Wag. I will, sir. [Exit. Faust. Their conference10 will be a greater help to me Than all my labours, plod I ne'er so fast. Enter Good Angel and Evil Angel. G. Anq. O, Faustus, lay that damned book aside,

And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul.
And heap God's heavy wrath upon thy head!
Read, read the Scriptures:—that is blas-
phemy.

E. Ang. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous
art^1 «0
Wherein all Nature's treasure is containM:
Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky.
Lord and commander of these elements.

[Exeunt Angels.

Faust. How am I glutted with conceit of this!
Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please,
Kesolve me of-'-' all ambiguities,
Perforin what desperate enterprise I will?
I '11 have them fly to India for gold,
Ransack the ocean for orient pearl,
And search all corners of the new-found
world" Su
For pleasant fruits and princely delicatcs;-'1
1 '11 have them read me strange philosophy,
And tell the secrets of all foreign kings;
I '11 have them wall all Germany with brass.
And make swift Rhine circle fair Witten-
berg;

I'll have them fill the public schools with silk.
Wherewith the students shall be bravely elad;
I '11 levy soldiers with the coin they bring.
And chase the Prince of Parma* from our
land,

And reign sole king of all the provinces; 9° Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war. Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp-bridge.t I '11 make my servile spirits to invent.

Enter Valdes and Corneliui. Come, German Valdes, and Cornelius, And make me blest with your sage conference. Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius, Know that your words have won me at the

last

To practise magic and concealed arts.
Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Both law and physic are for petty wits: l"
'Tis magic, magic that hath ravish M me.

2" conversation 23 America

21 black art, I. e.. magic 2» delicacies

22 Interpret for me

• Alexander Farnese. the famous Governor of the Netherlands, who subdued Antwerp In 1.v»-~ and later planned at Philip ll's orders to Invade ICnglaml.

t Ships set on Are and driven auainst the Antwerp bridge to burn it down.

Tlieii, gentle friends, aid me in this attempt;
And 1, that have with subtle syllogisms
Uravell'd-"1 the pastors of the German church,
And made the flowering pride of Wittenberg
Swarm to my problems, as th' infernal spirits
On sweet Musams when he came to hell,5*
Will bo as cunning as Agrippa-'7 was,
Whose shallow made all Europe honour him.
\'ald. Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our

experience, 110
Shall make all nations to canonize us.
As Indian Moors-* obey their Spanish lcrds,
So shall the spirits of every element
Be always serviceable to us three;
Like lions shall they guard us when we

please;

Like Almain rutters20 with their horsemen's staves,

Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides; Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids, Shadowing more beauty in30 their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love: 120 From Venice shall they drag huge argosies, And from America the golden fleece That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury; If learned Faustus will be resolute. Faust. Valdes, as resolute am I in this

As thou to live: therefore object it not.1
Corn. The miracles that magic will perform
Will make thee vow to study nothing else.
He that is grounded in astrology,
Enrich'd with tongues, well seen2 in min-
erals, MO
Hath all the principles magic doth require:
Then doubt not, Faustus, but to be renown'd,
And more frequented for this mystery
Than heretofore the Delphian oracle.
The spirits tell me they can dry the sea,
And fetch the treasure of all foreign wrecks,
Yea, all the wealth that our forefathers hid
Within the massy entrails of the earth;
Then tell me. Faustus, what shall we three
wantt

Fadst. Nothing, Cornelius. O, this cheers my
soul! 140
Come, show me some demonstrations magical,
That I may conjure in some bushy grove,
And have these joys in full possession.

Vau>. Then haste thee to some solitary grove,

And bear wise Bacon's and Albertus'» works,

25 puzzled 20 American Indians

2» See .j-Snt'iit VI.. 666. 2n Cerman horsemen 21 A magician at the 30 Perhaps in = under

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l make it no objection 2 skilled 5 Roger Bacon and Albertus Magnus, mediaeval scholars popularly reputed to have practiced

The Hebrew Psalter, and New Testament; And whatsoever else is requisite We will inform thee ere our conference cease. Corn. Valdes, first let him know the words of art;

And then, all other ceremonies learn'd, 150

Faustus may try his cunning by himself. Vald. First I'll instruct thee in the rudiments,

Ami then wilt thou be perfecter than I. Faust. Then come and dine with me, aud after meat,

We'll canvass every quiddity1 thereof;

For, ere I sleep, I'll try what I can do;

This night I '11 conjure, though I die therefore. [Exeunt.

[scene II.]

Enter two Scholars.

First Schol. I wonder what's become »i Faustus, that was wont to make our schools ring with sic probo.'->

Sec. Schol. That shall we presently know; here conies his boy.

Enter Wagner. First Schol. How now, sirrah! where's thy

master f Wag. God in heaven knows. Sec. Schol. Why, dost not thou know, theuf Wag. Yes, I know; but that follows not. First Schol. Go to, sirrah! leave your jesting, and tell us where he is. . . . 10 Wag. Truly, my dear brethren, my master is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine, if it could speak, would inform your worships: and so, the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear brethren! [Exit. First Schol. O Faustus! 33 Then I fear that which I have long suspected, That thou art fall'n into that damned art For which they two are infamous through the world.

Sec. Schol. Were he a stranger, not allied to me,

The danger of his soul would make me mourn.

But, come, let us go and inform the Rector; It may be his grave counsel may reclaim him. 40 First Schol. I fear me nothing will reclaim him now.

Sec. Schol. Yet let us see what we can do.

[Exeunt.

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