I went abroad to take the aire,

Which in her cheekes is spred And in the meadds I mett a knight,

Where every favour growes; Clad in carnation colour faire :

In skie there is no starre
I did salute the youthfull wight,

But she surmounts it farre.
Of him I did his name enquire,
He sigh'd and saied it was Desire.

When Phoebus from the bed

Of Thetis doth arise, Desire I did desire to staie,

The morning blushing red, Awhile with him I craved talke:

In faire carnation wise: The courteous wight said me no naie,

He shewes in my nimphs face,'
But hande in hande with me did walke

As Queene of every grace.
Then of Desire I ask'te againe,
What thing did please and what did pain. This pleasant lilly white,

This taint of roseate red,
He smil'd, and thus he answered than;

This Cynthiae's silver light, Desire can have no greater paine,

This sweet faire Dea spred, Then for to see an other man

These sun-beames in mine eye,
The thyng desired to obtaine :

These beauties make me die.
Nor greater joye can be then this,
That to injoye that others misse.

A Lover disdained complaineth.
If ever man had love too dearly bought,

So I am he that plaies within her maze: The Shepheards Commendation of his And finds no waie, to get the same I sought, Nimp h.

But as the Dere are driven unto the gaze.

Myself to burne, I blowe the fire : What shepheard can expresse

But shall I come ny you,
The favour of her face?

Of forse I must flie you.
To whom in this distresse
I doe appeale for grace;

What death, alas, may be compared to this ?
A thousand cupids flye

I plaie within the maze of my swete foe:
About her gentle eye;

And when I would of her but crave a kis,

Disdaine enforceth her awaie to goe. From which each throwes a dart

Myself I check: yet doe I twiste the twine : That kindleth soft sweet fire

The pleasure hers, the paine is myne: Within my sighing heart,

But shall I come ny you,
Possessed by desire

Of forse I must flie you.
No sweeter life I trie
Than in her love to die.

You courtly wights, that want your pleasant choise,

Lende me a floud of teares to waile my chaunce: The lilly in the field

Happie are thei in love that can rejoyse, That glories in his white

To their greate paines, where fortune doeth advance. For purenesse now must yeeld

But sith my sute, alas, can not prevaile ! And render up his right.

Full fraight with care in grief still will-I waile: Heaven pictur’d in her face

Sith you will needs flie me, Doth promise joy and grace.

I maie not comme ny you.

Faire Cynthiae's silver light
That beates on running streames,
Compares not with her white;
Whose haires are all sun - beames.

So bright my nimph doth shine
As day unto my eyne.

If woemen coulde be fayre and yet not fonde,
Or that theyre Love were firme not fickle still,
I would not mervaylle that they make me bonde
By servise longe to purchase theyre good will:

But when I se how frayll those creatures are,
I muse that men forget them selves so farr.

With this there is a red,
Exceedes the damaske rose :

To marcke the choyse they make, and how they Yet for disporte we fawne and flatter bothe,


To pass the tyme when nothinge else can please, How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pann, And trayne them to our lure with 'subtylle othe, Unsettled still, like haggardes wild theye range, Till wearye of theyre wiles, our selves we easse: These gentlle byrdes that flye from man to man: And then we saye, when we theyre fancye trye, Who woulde not scorne and shake them from To playe with fooles, oh! what a foole was I.

the fyste, And let them ilye, fayre fooles, whiche waye

they lyste.


George Gascoigne ward (wahrscheinlich zu Anfang des sechszehnten Jahrhunderts) zu Walthamstow in Essex geboren, studirte zu Cambridge und widmete sich dann der Rechtsgelehrsamkeit. Von seinem Vater wegen Jugendstreiche enterbt, gab er jedoch diese Laufbahn auf, nahm Kriegsdienste in Holland, gerieth in spanische Gefangenschaft, kehrte dann in sein Vaterland zurück und wandte sich wieder zur Jurisprudenz. Er starb 1577 zu Stamford. Ausser lyrischen Poesieen hinterliess er zwei grössere erzählende Gedichte “The fruites of Warre” und “The Steele glass” und Bearbeitungen italienischer und altgriechischer Dramen und ausländischer Dichtungen. Seine gesammelten Werke erschienen zuerst zu London 1587 unter dem Titel: The Pleasauntest Works of George Gascoigne , Esquyre, newlye compyled into one volume, that is to saye: His Flowers, Hearbes, Weedes, the Fruites of Warre, the Comedie called Supposes, the Trajedie of Jocasta, the Steele-glasse, the Complaint of Phylomene, the Story of Ferdinando Jeronimi and the Pleasure of Kenelworth Castle. Das Letztere ist ein Maskenspiel, welches 1575 zu Kenilworth vor der Königin Elisabeth aufgeführt wurde. Während seines Lebens erschien bereits eine Sammlung von Bearbeitungen ausländischer Gedichte von ihm, mit dem Titel: A Hundreth Sundrie Flowres, bound up in one small Posie etc.

Anmuth, Eleganz und Gewandtheit in Behandlung der Sprache und Form, Gedankenreichthum und eine gesunde Lebensanschauung verleihen seinen Leistungen nicht geringen Werth, doch leidet er auch an den Geschmacksfehlern seiner Zeit, namentlich an dem Streben nach Künstlichkeit und dem gesuchten Spiel mit Begriffen und Wörtern.

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Downe fell I then upon my knee
All flatte before Dame Beauties face,
And cryed, good Ladye pardon mee,
Which here appeale unto your grace,
You knowe if I have beene untrue,
It was in too much praysing you.

(Quod Beautie) well: bicause I guesse,
What thou dost meane hencefoorth to bee,
Although thy faultes deserve no lesse,
Than Justice here hath judged thee,
Wylt thou be bounde to stynte all strife,
And be true prisoner all thy lyfe ?

And though this Judge doe make suche haste, Yea Madame (quod I) that I shall, To shead with shame my guiltlesse blood : Loe Fayth and Trueth my suerties : Yet let your pittie first bee plaste,

Why then (quod shee) come when I call,
To save the man that meant you good,

I aske no better warrantise.'
So shall you shewe your selfo a Queene, Thus am I Beauties bounden thrall,
And I maye bee your servaunt seene.

At hir commaunde when shee doth call.

Christopher Marlowe.

Das Geburtsjahr dieses genialen, aber zügellosen Dichters ist nicht ermittelt und man weiss nur gewiss, dass es in die Zeit der Regierung Eduards VI. fiel. Marlowe studirte 1587 in Cambridge, verliess aber die Universität und ward Schauspieler, führte indessen ein regelloses Leben, machte sich als Freigeist verrufen und starb 1593 an einer Verwundung, die er sich in einem Streit zugezogen hatte.

Unter seinen Trauerspielen, Lust's Dominion, später von Behu unter dem Titel Abdelazer or the Moors Revenge überarbeitet, Edward II., First Part of Tamburlaine, the Jew of Malta, Doctor Faustus etc. zeichnet sich vorzüglich das Letztgenannte (deutsch von Wilhelm Müller, Berlin 1818) durch Gedankenreichthum, Kraft und Phantasie sehr vortheilhaft aus und verdient unter den Bearbeitungen der Sage von Faust, als eine der ersten und bedeutendsten, aufmerksame Beachtung Ueberhaupt ist Marlowe als der begabteste Vorgänger Shakspeare's zu betrachten, aber eben so roh wie genial, gestattete ihm seine wilde Lebensweise weder die nothwendige Ruhe noch die genügende Entwickelung und Reife seiner seltenen Fähigkeiten.


Summum bonum medicina e sanitas: from the tragical history of the Life The end of physic is our bodies' health. and Death of Doctor Faustus: by Why, Faustus; hast thou not attain'd that end? Christopher Marlowe.

Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, (Faustus in his study, runs through the circle of the Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague, sciences; and being satisfied with none of them , de- And divers desperate maladies been cured ?

termines to addict himself to magic.) Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man. Faust. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin Couldst thou make men but live eternally, To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess; Or being dead raise men to life again, Having commenc'd, be a Divine in show, Then this profession were to be esteem'd.. Yet level at the end of every art,

Physic farewell. Where is Justinian? And live and die in Aristotle's works.

Si una eadem que res legatur duobus, Sweet Analytics, 'tis thou hast ravish'd me Alter rem, alter valorem rei, etc. Bene disserere est finis Logices. A petty case of paltry legacies. Is, to dispute well, Logic's chiefest end? Exhereditari filium non potest pater, Affords this art no greater miracle ?

nisi, etc. Then read no more; thou hast attain'd that end Such is the subject of the Institute, A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit.

And universal body of the Law.
Bid Oeconomy farewell: and Galen come. This study fits a mercenary drudge,
Be a physician, Faustus, heap up gold,

Who aims at nothing but external trash,
And be eterniz'd for some wond'rous cure. Too servile and illiberal for me.

When all is done, Divinity is best.

'Tis Magic, Magic, that hath ravish'd me. Jerome's bible , Faustus: view it well.

Then gentle friends aid me in this attempt; Stipendium peccati mors est: ha! Sti- And I that have with subtil syllogisms pendium, etc.

Gravell’d the Pastors of the German Church, The reward of sin is death : that's hard. And made the flowering pride of Wirtemberg Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla Swarm to my problems, as th' infernal Spirits

estin nobis veritas. On sweet Musaeus when he came to hell, If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, Will be as cunning as Agrippa was,

and there is no truth in us. Whose shadow made all Europe honour him. Why then belike we must sin, and so conse Vald. Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our quently die.

Aye, we must die an everlasting death. Shall make all nations canonize us.
What doctrine call you this ? Che sera, sera: As Indian Moors obey their Spanish Lords,
What will be, shall be. Divinity adieu. So shall the Spirits of every Element
These Metaphysics of Magicians,

Be always serviceable to us three:
And necromantic books, are heavenly.

Like Lions shall they guard us when we please; Lines, Circles, Letters, Characters :

Like Almain Rutters with their horsemen's staves, Aye, these are those that Faustus most desires. Or Lapland Giants trotting by our sides: O what a world of profit and delight,

Sometimes like Women, or unwedded Maids, Of power, of honour, and omnipotence, Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Is promis'd to the studious artizan!

Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love. All things that move between the quiet poles Corn. The miracles that magic will perform, Shall be at my command. Emperors and Kings Will make thee vow to study nothing else. Are but obey'd in their several provinces; He that is grounded in astrology, But his dominion that exceeds in this,

Inricht with tongues, well seen in minerals, Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man: Hath all the principles magic doth require. A sound Magician is a Demigod.

Faust. Come shew me some demonstrations Here tire my brains to gain a deity.


That I may conjure in some bushy grove, How am I glutted with conceit of this !

And have these joys in full possession. Shall I make Spirits fetch me what I please?

Vald. Then haste thee to some solitary grove Resolve me of all ambiguities ?

And bear wise Bacon's and Albanus' works, Perform what desperate enterprises I will ?

The Hebrew Psalter, and New Testament; I'll have them fly to India for gold,

And whatsoever else is requisite Ransack the ocean for orient pearl,

We will inform thee, ere our conference cease. And search all corners of the new - found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates. Faustus being instructed in the elements of magic by I'll have them read me strange philosophy;

his friends Valdes and Cornelius, sells his soul to And tell the secrets of all foreign kings :

the devil, to have an Evil Spirit at his command for

twenty-four years, When the years are expired, I'll have them fill the public schools with skill,

the devils claim his soul. Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad :

Faustus, the night of his death. Wagner, his servant. I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring And chase the Prince of Parma from our land,

Faust. Say, Wagner, thou hast perused my And reign sole king of all the provinces :

Will, Yea stranger engines for the brunt of war,

How dost thou like it? Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge,

Wag. Sir, so wondrous well, I'll make my servile Spirits to invent.

As in all humble duty I do yield Come German Valdes, and Cornelius,

My life and lasting service for your love. And make me wise with your sage conference.


Three Scholars enter.
Enter Valdes and Cornelius.

Faust. Gramercy, Wagner.
Faust. Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius, Welcome Gentlemen
Know that your words have won me at the last, First Sch. Now worthy Faustus, methinks
To practise Magic and concealed Arts.

your looks are chang'd. Philosophy is odious and obscure :

Faust. Oh, Gentlemen. Both Law and Physic are for petty wits ;

Sec. Sch. What ails Faustus?

Faust. Ah my sweet chamber-fellow, had | Faust. Talk not of me but save yourselves I lived with thee, then had I lived still, but now

and depart. must die eternally. Look, Sirs, comes he not? Third Sch. God will strengthen me, I will comes he not?

stay with Faustus, First Sch. O my dear Faustus, what im First Sch. Tempt not God, sweet friend, ports this fear?

bút let us into the next room and pray for him. Sec. Sch. Is all our pleasure turn'd to me Faust. Aye, pray for me, pray for me; and lancholy?

what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, Third Sch. He is not well with being over for nothing can rescue me. solitary.

Sec. Sch. Pray thow, and we will pray, that Sec. Sch. If it be so, we will have physicians,

God may have mercy upon thee. and Faustus shall be cured. Faust. Gentlemen, farewell; if I live till Third. Sch. 'Tis but a surfeit, Sir; fear morning, I'll visit you: if not, Faustus is gone nothing.

to hell. Faust. A surfeit of a deadly sin that hath Scholars. Faustus farewell.

damn'd both body and soul. Sec. Sch. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven,

Faustus alone. The Clock strikes Eleven. and remember mercy is infinite. Faust. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be Faust. O Faustus, pardoned. The serpent that tempted Eve may be Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, saved, but not Faustus. O Gentlemen, bear me And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. with patience, and tremble not at my speeches. Stand still you ever moving spheres of heaven, Though my heart pant and quiver to remember That time may cease and midnight never come. that I have been a student here these thirty years. Fair nature's Eye, rise, rise again, and make O would I had ne'er seen Wirtemberg, never read Perpetual day: or let this hour be but book! and what wonders I have done, all Ger- A year, a month, a week, a natural day, many can witness, yeà all the world: for which, That Faustus may repent and save his soul. Faustus hath lost both Germany and the world, Olentelente currite noctis equi. yea heaven itself, heaven the seat of God, the The stars move still, time runs, the clock will throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy, and

strike, must remain in hell for ever.. Hell, O hell, for the devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.

Sweet friends, what shall become of Fau- o I will leap to heaven: who pulls me down? stus being in hell for ever?

See where Christ's blood will save me: Oh, my Sec. Sch. Yet Faustus call on God.

Christ, Faust. On God whom Faustus hath abjured ? Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ. on God whom Faustus hath blasphemed ? O my Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer. God, I would weep but the devil draws in my Where is it now? 'tis gone; tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears, yea life And see, a threatning arm, and angry brow. and soul. Oh, he stays my tongue: I would Mountains and hills come, come and fall on me, lift up my hands, but see, they hold'em, they And hide me from the heavy wrath of heaven. hold'em.

No? then will I headlong run into the earth: Scholars. Who, Faustus ?

Gape earth. no, it will not harbour me. Få u st. God forbid it indeed, but Faustus You stars that reign'd at my nativity, hath done it: for the vain pleasure of four and Whose influence have allotted death and hell, twenty years hath Faustus lost eternal joy Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; blood, the date is expired: this is the time, and That when you vomit forth into the air, he will fetch me.

My limbs may issue from your smoaky mouths, First. Sch. Why did not Faustus tell us of But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. this before, that Divines might have prayed for thee?

The watch strikes. Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so; but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces if O half the hour is past: 'twill all be past anon. I named God; to fetch me body and soul if I O if my soul must suffer for my sin, once gave ear to divinity: and now it is too late. Impose some end to my incessant pain. Gentlemen, away,

lest you perish with me. Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years., Sec. Sch. O what may we do to save Faustus ? A hundred thousand, and at the last be saved :


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