Dr. Faustus: 'Ah, Faustus' by Christopher Marlowe - Dylan Thomas.mp3

[00:01.108]Ah, Faustus,
[00:05.102]Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
[00:12.369]And then thou must be damn'd perpetually!
[00:18.362]Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,
[00:24.110]That time may cease, and midnight never come;
[00:29.612]Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make
[00:36.603]Perpetual day; or let this hour be but
[00:41.858]A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
[00:47.861]That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
[00:55.858]The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
[01:05.811]The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.
[01:14.050]O, I'll leap up to my God!—Who pulls me down?—
[01:20.303]See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop:
[01:37.059]ah, my Christ!—
[01:41.805]Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!
[01:46.568]Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer!—
[01:56.053]Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where God
[02:01.798]Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!
[02:08.309]Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me,
[02:14.552]And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!
[02:20.068]No, no!Then will I headlong run into the earth:
[02:27.805]Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbour me!
[02:35.302]You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
[02:39.310]Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
[02:43.562]Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist.
[02:46.557]Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud[s],
[02:50.052]That, when you vomit forth into the air,
[02:53.546]My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
[02:58.555]So that my soul may but ascend to heaven!
[03:05.556]
[03:05.803][The clock strikes the half-hour.]
[03:06.303]
[03:07.801]Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon
[03:20.304]O God,
[03:24.058]If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
[03:28.304]Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me,
[03:33.572]Impose some end to my incessant pain;
[03:40.300]Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
[03:44.814]A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd!
[03:51.060]O, no end is limited to damned souls!
[03:58.550]Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
[04:03.309]Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
[04:08.557]Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true,
[04:15.303]This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd
[04:21.050]Unto some brutish beast! all beasts are happy,
[04:28.302]For, when they die,
[04:34.054]Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
[04:38.812]But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.
[04:49.303]Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me!
[04:54.300]No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer
[05:00.557]That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.
[05:06.301]
[05:06.803][The clock strikes twelve.]
[05:07.317]
[05:08.807]O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
[05:24.810]Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!
[05:31.052]O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops,
[05:38.548]And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
[05:45.061]
[05:46.815]Enter DEVILS.
[05:48.059]
[05:49.298]My God, my god, look not so fierce on me!
[05:55.310]Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
[06:00.305]Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer!
[06:22.804]I'll burn my books!—Ah, Mephistophilis!