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Doctor faustus food - excess

  1. 1. Doctor Faustus – FoodChorus:The fruitful plot of scholarismgracd (Prol.)Excelling all whose sweet delight disputesIn heavenly matters of theology;Till swoln with cunning (Prol.)Chorus:He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;Nothing so sweet as magic is to him (Prol.)Faustus:How am I glutted with conceit of this?Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please,Resolve me of all ambiguities, (1.1)Faustus:Ill have them fly to India for gold,Ransack the Ocean for orient pearl,And search all corners of the new found worldFor pleasant fruits and princely delicates (1.1)Faustus:So he will spare him four and twenty years,Letting him live in all voluptuousness,Having thee ever to attend on me (1.3)Wagner:I know he would glue his soul to the Devil for ashoulder of mutton, though it were blood raw (1.4)Clown:How, my soul to the devil for a shoulder of mut-ton though twere blood raw? Not so, good friend. Byr Lady, Ihad need have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay sodear. (1.4)Clown:Swowns! they are as boldwith my flesh as if they had paid for my meat and drink. (1.4)Faustus:To God? He loves thee not.The God thou servst is thine own appetite (2.1)Envy: O, thatthere would come a famine through all the world, that allmight die, and I live alone (2.3)Gluttony: they have left me, but a bare pension,and that is thirty meals a day and ten bevers (2.3)Faustus:No, Ill see thee hanged; thou wilt eat up all myvictuals. (2.3)Gluttony:Then the devil choke thee. (2.3)
  2. 2. Lechery: I am one that loves an inch of rawMutton better then an ell of fried stock-fish (2.3)Mephistopheles:I know youd fain see the Pope,And take some part of holy Peters feast (3.1)Pope: My lord, here is a dainty dish was sent me from the Bishop of Milan. (3.1)Pope:My lord, this dish was sent me from the Cardinal of Florence. (3.1)Duchess:I would desire no better meat than a dish of ripe grapes. (4.2)Wagner: And yet methinks, if that death were nearHe would not banquet and carouse and swillAmongst the students, as even now he doth,Who are at supper with such bellycheerAs Wagner neer beheld in all his life. (5.1)Third Scholar:Belike he is grown into some sickness by being over solitary. (5.2)First Scholar: If it be so, well have physicians to cure him.Tis but a surfeit, never fear, man. (5.2)Faustus: A surfeit of deadly sin that hath damned both body and soul. (5.2)Faustus: Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mistInto the entrails of yon labouring cloud,That when you vomit forth into the air,My limbs may issue from your smoky mouthsSo that my soul may but ascend to heaven. (5.2)