CHORUS. Not marching in the fields of Thrasymene, Where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagens; 1 Nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of kings where state is overturnâd; Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds, Intends our Muse to vaunt her 2 heavenly verse: Only this, gentles,âwe must now perform The form of Faustusâ fortunes, good or bad: And now to patient judgments we appeal, And speak for Faustus in his infancy. Now is he born of parents base of stock, In Germany, within a town callâd Rhodes: At riper years, to Wittenberg he went, Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up. So much he profits in divinity, That shortly he was gracâd with doctorâs name, Excelling all, and sweetly can dispute In thâ heavenly matters of theology; Till swoln with cunning, of 3 a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspirâd his overthrow; For, falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted now with learningâs golden gifts, He surfeits upon 4 cursed necromancy; Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss: And this the man that in his study sits.
The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus - Christopher Marlowe
CHORUS. Not marching in the fields of Thrasymene, Where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagens; 1 Nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of kings where state is overturnâd; Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds, Intends our Muse to vaunt her 2 heavenly verse: Only this, gentles,âwe must now perform The form of Faustusâ fortunes, good or bad: And now to patient judgments we appeal, And speak for Faustus in his infancy. Now is he born of parents base of stock, In Germany, within a town callâd Rhodes: At riper years, to Wittenberg he went, Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up. So much he profits in divinity, That shortly he was gracâd with doctorâs name, Excelling all, and sweetly can dispute In thâ heavenly matters of theology; Till swoln with cunning, of 3 a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, heavens conspirâd his overthrow; For, falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted now with learningâs golden gifts, He surfeits upon 4 cursed necromancy; Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss: And this the man that in his study sits.