Quotes from Dr. Faustus
20 notable lines from Christopher Marlowe · 1588
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Mephistopheles, Dr. Faustus Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
Faustus, on Helen of Troy, Scene xiii O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv (Latin, from Ovid's Amores: 'run slowly, slowly, horses of the night') See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop.
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed in one self place; for where we are is hell, and where hell is, there must we ever be.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Faustus, on Helen of Troy, Scene xiii Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually!
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!
Faustus, his last words, Scene xiv O, I'll leap up to my God!—Who pulls me down?
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Faustus, on Helen of Troy, Scene xiii Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come.
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu!
Faustus, opening soliloquy, Scene i A sound magician is a mighty god: Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Faustus, opening soliloquy, Scene i O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd In one self place; for where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be.
Mephistophilis, Scene v The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.
Faustus, final soliloquy, Scene xiv Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough.
Chorus, Epilogue Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?
Mephistophilis, Scene iii