give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of muttonâ, 4.8â9), but more safely comic. The devils Robin and Rafe conjure up (remember that in the main plot Mephistopheles is free not to answer Faustusâ summons) are as familiar as their lice. There is never a sense that their souls are in danger, the clowns are safe with these devils: they are the devils you know, and they play by the older rules. When Mephistopheles punishes them by turning them into animals, they look forward to satisfying their humble appetites: Robin will âget nuts and apples enowâ as an ape; Rafeâs head, as a dog, âwill never be out of the pottage potâ (9.49, 51). Faustusâ jokey adventures, by contrast, are pointless distractions from the appalling reality of his damnation, and, as the âfatal timeâ draws closer, they are full of grim anticipation: âWhat, dost think I am a horse-doctor?â he mockingly asks the Horse-courser, who later pulls off his leg in innocent anticipation of Mephistophelesâs threats to dismemberhim; and then immediately reels to a sudden apprehension of despair: âWhat art thou, Faustus, but a man condemned to die?â (11.30, 27â8, 29). The playâs middle scenes accord with a contradictory Elizabethan aesthetic, violently juxtaposing the serious and the comic.
Its final scenes are highly concentrated. With Faustusâ return to Wittenberg, space and time contract, and Marlowe exploits the audienceâs consciousness of the approaching end. Body and soul are again prominent. âBelly-cheerâ at the scholarsâ feast and lust for Helen âglut the longing of [his] heartâs desireâ (13.6, 82), but we are watching a man lose his soul. The good and evil angels no longer appear, their allegorical contest replaced by one between Helen and Mephistopheles and the mysterious Old Man who suddenly materializes with each of Helenâs appearances and calls on Faustus to repent. Helen takes both his soul and his bodily substance: Faustus is committing the sin of demoniality, carnal intercourse with an evil spirit (one of the playâs editors thought this his unforgivable sin). 20 The Old Man draws attention to other body fluids, calling on Faustus to âdrop blood, and mingle it with tearsâ (13.39) in a highly corporeal appeal to the redeemer whose blood Faustus will see streaming âin the firmamentâ in his last hour. Instead, Faustus again uses it to sign away his soul. The bodily and the spiritual are interfused. Faustus has taken a âsurfeit of deadly sin that hath damned both body and soulâ, and when he finds himself unable to pray â âI would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold themâ (14.75, 11â12, 31â2) â it is all the more disturbing that âtheyâ are not, to our eyes, there.
When the Old Man dies, his body tormented but his soul untouched, he walks off the stage into another world (âHence, hell! For hence I fly unto my Godâ, 13.118), and we are made acutely aware of that other world at the end of the play. As in the first scene, Faustus is alone in his study; but he âseesâ Heaven and Hell. Time âreallyâ passes in this sceneâs âone bare hourâ â the clock strikes it â and beyond it, âperpetuallyâ (14.63, 64), stretches damnation. Faustusâ monologue is a frenzied attempt to stop the cosmic clock, but his magic is useless: âThe stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, / The devil willcome, and Faustus must be damnedâ (14.72â3). His punishment approaches with the inexorability of a natural law. His body does not âturn to airâ, nor his soul âinto little waterdropsâ (14.113, 115). The devils come and lead him out of sight.
His fall is as inevitable as the law of gravity. God seems not to act at all â perhaps the most fearful thing to