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“Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium-- Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- ''[kisses her]'' Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appear'd to hapless Semele; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour!”

Quote by Christopher Marlowe

Work

Dr. Faustus

The play follows the protagonist Faustus, a scholar who sells his soul to the devil in exchange for knowledge and power. It explores themes of ambition, moral decay, and the consequences of one's actions. 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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