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“FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd, I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mephistophilis return again.”

Quote by Christopher Marlowe

Work

Faust, Part I, Egmont and Hermann, Dorothea, Dr Faustus: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XIX (in 51 Volumes)

This volume is part of a comprehensive series that gathers a selection of classic literary works. It includes Goethe's Faust, a tragic play that explores the themes of morality, knowledge, and the human soul. Additionally, it features Egmont and Hermann, a novella by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, and Dorothea, a short story. The series, known as The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, is a collection of 51 volumes, each containing a variety of classic texts from various genres. more

Author

Christopher Marlowe
Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe was an English dramatist, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era. He is known for his work in the development of English drama, particularly his use of blank verse and his portrayal of antiheroes. Marlowe's plays, including 'Doctor Faustus' and 'Tamburlaine the Great', are considered foundational in the English Renaissance. more

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