Christopher Marlowe, The Tragedie of Doctor Faustus (B text)
Hilary Binda, Ed.
Enter Faustus in his study.
Faust.
Now, Faustus, must thou needs be damned?
Can'st thou not be saved?
What boots it then to think on God or heaven?
Away with such vain fancies and despair,
Despair in God and trust in Beelzebub,
Now go not backward, Faustus; be resolute.
Why wavers thou? O something soundeth in mine ear.
Abjure this magic, turn to God again.
Why he loves thee not. The God thou serv'st is thine owe appetite [!]
Wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub
To him, I'll build an altar and a church,
And offer lukewarm blood, of new-born babes [!]
Scene V of Dr. Faustus:
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragedie of Doctor Faustus (B text) Hilary Binda, Ed.
Enter Faustus in his study.
Faust. Now, Faustus, must thou needs be damned? Can'st thou not be saved? What boots it then to think on God or heaven? Away with such vain fancies and despair, Despair in God and trust in Beelzebub, Now go not backward, Faustus; be resolute. Why wavers thou? O something soundeth in mine ear. Abjure this magic, turn to God again. Why he loves thee not. The God thou serv'st is thine owe appetite [!] Wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub To him, I'll build an altar and a church, And offer lukewarm blood, of new-born babes [!]