“FAUSTUS comes onto the stage, and looks around him. We hear a far-off bell ringing, and see an old man walking in the ruins. FAUSTUS turns to encounter him. We see it is his FRIEND, Fabian, now greatly aged. FAUSTUS: Where do we find ourselves? FRIEND: I’ve often thought that it is Hell. FAUSTUS: In truth? FRIEND: I am grown so old it nor diverts nor profits me to lie. FAUSTUS: Have you grown old? FRIEND: As you observe. FAUSTUS: But we are of an age. FRIEND: If you assert it. FAUSTUS: Do you not know me? FRIEND: Your voice is not unfamiliar, but perhaps it merely pleases. FAUSTUS: Turn to me, look on me. FRIEND: It would not profit, no, for I am blind. FAUSTUS: Blind. FRIEND: Yes. FAUSTUS: What has befallen you? How came you to age? FRIEND: Sir, I assure you, it was the passage of time. FAUSTUS: (Pause) Are you mad? (Pause) Can you not answer me? Can you not aid me? FRIEND: Not the first, sir, but, perhaps, the second. FAUSTUS: I do not understand. FRIEND: A sundial may offer informa...tion, but you remark, it withholds comment.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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