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The mist-like curtains parted , and upon me Did learned Faustus look . He shook his head With grave reproof , but more of sympathy , As though his past humanity came o ' er him—Then went away with a low , gushing sigh , That startled e ' en his own cold breast , and seem'd As from a marble urn where passion ' s ashes Their sleepless vigil keep .
Hey . Pray you , no more . Mar . Lived he not greatly ! think what was his power ! All knowledge at his beck—the very devil His common slave . And , oh ! brought he not back , Through the thick-million'd catacombs of ages , Helen ' s unsullied loveliness to his arms ! Mid . Well—let us have more wine then ! Hey . Spirit enough Springs from thee , Master Marlowe—what need more ? Mar . Drawer 1 lift up thy slumberous poppy-head ! Up , man !—where art ? Hey . I hear his steps approach .
Jacconot , singing outside , Ram up the link , boys ; ho , boys !? There ' s day-light in the sky ! While the trenchers strew the floor , And the worn-out grey-beards snore , Jolly throats continue dry ! Ram zip the link , boys , fye .
Enter Jacconot , with a full tankard * Jac . Ever awake and shining , my masters ; and here am your twin lustre , always ready to herald and anoint your plea sures like a true Master of the Revels . I ha' just stepped ov < the drawer ' s body , laid nose and heels together on the doo ; mat asleep , and here ' s wherewith to continue the glory . Mid . We need not your help . Hey . We thank you , Jack-o ' -night : we would be alone . Jac . What say you , Master Marlowe ? you look as grim a a sign-painter ' s first sketch on a tavern-bill after his nint tankard .
, Mid . Cease your death-rattle , night-hawk ! Mar . That ' s well said . Jac . Is it ! so ' tis , my gallants—a night-bird like youi selves , am I .
* The inverted iron horns or tubes , a few of which still remain on v % tj ol lamp-posts and gates , were formerly used as extinguishers to the torches , whi « were thrust into them .
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The Death of Marlowe . II
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/63/
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