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SCENE 3

[ Enter FAUSTUS to conjure .] FAUSTUS
Now that the gloomy shadow of the earth,
Longing to view Orion's drizzling look,
Leaps from th'antarctic world unto the sky,
And dims the welkin┬░ with her pitchy breath,
Faustus, begin thine incantations,
And try if devils will obey thy hest,

SCENE 2

[ Enter two SCHOLARS .] 1 SCHOLAR
I wonder what's become of Faustus, that was wont to make our schools ring with sic probo. 2 SCHOLAR
That shall we know; for see, here comes his boy.
[ Enter WAGNER .] SCHOLAR
How now sirra, where's thy master? WAGNER
God in heaven knows. 2 SCHOLAR
Why, dost not thou know? WAGNER
Yes I know, but that follows not. 1 SCHOLAR

[ Enter FAUSTUS in his study .] FAUSTUS
Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin
To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess:
Having commenced, 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 ravished me:
Bene disserere est finis logices .

[ Enter CHORUS .] CHORUS
Not marching now in fields of Thrasimene,
Where Mars did mate the Carthaginians,
Nor sporting in the dalliance of love,
In courts of kings where state is overturned,
Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds,
Intends our Muse to vaunt his heavenly verse:
Only this (Gentlemen) we must perform,

Psal — 137. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

Whilst far from home with sadnes overprest
By Babilons Euphrates we seek rest
Our troubled thoughts suggest a world of care
That we noe more to Sion should repaire
We wept; and Greef supprest our stammering words
Whilst to our barren brests each eye affords
A showre of mollefying tears: Those stringes
To musique stretcht once, now like silent thinges

Psal — 134. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

Yea servants of the Lord that can enstile
Your selves His Houses Life Guard, when the while
He shends you from all harme send praise to's name
And let the silent Night Concent the same
Amidst the which both Hart and Hand appeer
Lift up in Blessinges to the Heavnly Sphere
And then the Lord (as in returne) will make
Both Heavn and Earth send Comforts for your sake
He who Alone made'um. and Sion sees
Bestowe His favours on Thy Pedegrees.

Psal — 133. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

Nothing can Paralell that prizd delight
When Mutuall Love doth Brothers harts unite
'Tis not the Ayre-perfuming Balm was spent
On Arons sacred head yeilds like Content
Though in a wellcome showre disperct about
It Lav'd his beard and Costly tier through out
Nor yet that Dew whose pregnant Powers distill
Embroydery o'th'Gras of Sion Hill
In Twin-born flowers: Noe nor those vapours fall
T'inebriat faier Hermons top with all
Fertillety: for wher Fraternall peace

Psal — 120. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

Hence warrs Beleaguer me, whilst Envy stands
Advancing Thence Reproaches Fier-brands
Wherfore to Thee to whom all Creatures owe
Their beings I alone for refuge goe
Which by an humble voyce when I express
Thou art not slowe to guive my praiers access
May thy protection be an Antedote
'Gainst th'Poyson of th'deceiptfull Tongue, and Throat
That utters lies. O Tongue what gain will't be
To hope to blast with falce Impiety?
Arrowes are Poyson-Piled noe more can

Psal — 114. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

When Israells lookes all homeward bent did stand
Being quitt of Pharao and His Barberous land
Hatefull alike, to Juda God Alone
Becomes of safety and Protection
Which the sea sees and with a trembling Tide
Commands Her waves astonisht to devide
And Jordans current noe more nature-led
Presses the waters back unto their head
Great mountaines now their craggy tops advance
In measure as the Flocks Pride leads the daunce
And Lesser Hills their heavy foreheads shake

Psal — I. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

Happy is He whom from the right wayes Lawe
The wicked Multitude could nere withdrawe
Nor led by error would He lend an Ear
To Scoffers, or Partake of their Curst Chaire
But dilligently searching how to find
The means to better Life, revolves in Mind
The Lawes of God which He alone doth prize
And makes them's Nightly and Dayly exercise
He shall be like a Tree that's planted by
The Rivers Brink which lets it not stand drie