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The west was never this wild! Kindle Edition , pages. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Devil Draws Two , please sign up. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Jun 07, J. Riley is a master of the weird western genre and this omnibus of three Miles O'Malley stories doesn't disappoint.
From his super intelligent horse, to dealings with the devil himself and vengeful Mayan gods, the action doesn't quit. The character, who likes to stay in 'otels, starts as a barber, who is as terrible at cutting hair as he is at making coffee, constantly gets fired because he's so bad. With an easy going attitude, he moves on from job to job until he ends up in California cuttin Mr. With an easy going attitude, he moves on from job to job until he ends up in California cutting hair for the Captain.
Along his journey he keeps encountering angels, fallen angels, Death himself-who has a drinking problem-and all sorts of crazy situations that keep you turning the pages. I highly recommend this weird western to any lovers of the genre. I'm through with this book. Perhaps, in a far-far away future I would be tempted to brainwash myself again with the juvenile-friendly weird-western that has been depicted here, but not now.
At this point, the book simply appears too childish. Maybe, after I have had my fill of Jack Reacher and other-darker stuff I might come back here, but not now. Joshua Gage rated it liked it Aug 05, Zoe rated it really liked it Nov 17, Jason Butler rated it liked it Jan 24, Brett rated it liked it Mar 26, Sandra rated it really liked it Mar 28, Cecilia Dunbar Hernandez rated it it was amazing Jan 21, Elihu added it Aug 01, Einerjar marked it as to-read Jul 13, Michael Fierce marked it as to-read Oct 11, John marked it as to-read Feb 27, Here we present the final scenes of the two versions side by side for easy comparison.
Each version includes passages not found in the other, as well as many more subtle variations. The absence in the B-text of most references to "God" and "Christ" — often replaced by "heaven" — reflects a law passed in , prohibiting players from using "the name of God or of Christ Jesus, or of the Holy Ghost or of the Trinity.
But the difference is not simply a matter of taste and terminology; the final scene of the B-text casts sudden and chilling doubt on the extent of the magician's free will. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair ladies, which was the beautifullest in all the world, we have determined with ourselves, that Helen of Greece was the admirablest lady that ever lived. Therefore, master doctor, if you will do us that favor as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you.
Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is unfeigned, And Faustus' custom is not to deny The just requests of those that wish him well, You shall behold that peerless dame of Greece, No otherwise for pomp and majesty, Than when Sir Paris crossed the seas with her, And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. Too simple is my wit to tell her praise, Whom all the world admires for majesty. No marvel though the angry Greeks pursued With ten years' war the rape of such a queen, Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare. Since we have seen the pride of Natures works, And only paragon of excellence, Let us depart; and for this glorious deed Happy and blest be Faustus evermore.
Gentlemen farewell; the same wish I to you. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair ladies, which was the beautifullest in all the world, we have determined with our selves, that Helen of Greece was the admirablest lady that ever lived. Therefore, master doctor, if you will do us so much favor as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you.
Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is unfeigned, It is not Faustus' custom to deny The just request of those that wish him well, You shall behold that peerless dame of Greece, No otherwise for pomp or majesty, Than when Sir Paris crossed the seas with her, And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. Was this fair Helen, whose admired worth Made Greece with ten years wars afflict poor Troy? Too simple is my wit to tell her worth, Whom all the world admires for majesty. Now we have seen the pride of Nature's work, We'll take our leaves, and for this blessed sight Happy and blessed be Faustus evermore.
Ah Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail To guide thy steps unto the way of life, By which sweet path thou may'st attain the goal That shall conduct thee to celestial rest. Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears, Tears falling from repentant heaviness Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness, The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul With such flagitious crimes of heinous sins, As no commiseration may expel; But mercy, Faustus, of thy savior sweet, Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt.
Where art thou Faustus? Wretch, what hast thou done! Damned art thou Faustus, damned; despair and die!
Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice Says, "Faustus, come: And Faustus will come to do thee right. Ah stay, good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps! I see an angel hovers o'er thy head, And with a vial full of precious grace Offers to pour the same into thy soul!
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Then call for mercy, and avoid despair. Ah my sweet friend, I feel thy words To comfort my distressed soul; Leave me awhile to ponder on my sins. I go, sweet Faustus; but with heavy cheer, Fearing the ruin of thy hopeless soul. Accursed Faustus, where is mercy now? I do repent, and yet I do despair: Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast!
What shall I do to shun the snares of death? I arrest thy soul For disobedience to my sovereign lord. Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh. Sweet Mephastophilis, entreat thy lord To pardon my unjust presumption; And with my blood again I will confirm My former vow I made to Lucifer. Do it then quickly, with unfeigned heart, Lest greater danger do attend thy drift. Torment, sweet friend, that base and crooked age That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer, With greatest torments that our hell affords.
His faith is great, I cannot touch his soul, But what I may afflict his body with, I will attempt — which is but little worth. One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee, To glut the longing of my heart's desire: That I might have unto my paramour That heavenly Helen which I saw of late, Whose sweet embracings may extinguish clean These thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow: And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer.
Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire, Shall be performed in twinkling of an eye. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss: Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena! I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sacked; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colors on my plumed crest: Accursed Faustus, miserable man, That from thy soul exclud'st the grace of heaven, And fliest the throne of his tribunal seat!
My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee! Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smiles At your repulse, and laughs your state to scorn. Hence hell, for hence I fly unto my God. O gentle Faustus, leave this damned art This magic, that will charm thy soul to hell, And quite bereave thee of salvation. Though thou hast now offended like a man, Do not persevere in it like a devil. Yet, yet, thou hast an amiable soul, If sin by custom grow not into nature: Then Faustus, will repentance come too late, Then thou art banished from the sight of heaven. No mortal can express the pains of hell.
It may be this my exhortation Seems harsh, and all unpleasant. Let it not, For gentle son, I speak it not in wrath. Or envy of thee, but in tender love, And pity of thy future misery, And so have hope, that this my kind rebuke, Checking thy body, may amend thy soul. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee, then had I lived still; but now I die eternally. Look, comes he not, comes he not? Belike he is grown into some sickness, by being oversolitary.
If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him; 'tis but a surfeit: A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body and soul. Yet Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's mercies are infinite. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned! The serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. Ah gentlemen, hear with patience, and tremble not at my speeches, though my heart pants and quivers to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years — O would I had never seen Wittenberg, never read book — and what wonders I have done, all Wittenberg can witness — yea, all the world; for which Faustus hath lost both Germany and the world — yea, heaven itself — heaven the seat of God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy, and must remain in hell for ever — hell, ah, hell for ever!
Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever?
Yet Faustus, call on God. On God, whom Faustus hath abjured?
On God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed? O my God — I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears! O, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold 'em, they hold 'em! Ah gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning. God forbade it indeed, but Faustus hath done it: I writ them a bill with mine own blood, the date is expired, the time will come, and he will fetch me. Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?
Oft have I thought to have done so, but the devil threatened to tear me in pieces if I named God, to fetch both body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity; and now 'tis too late. Gentlemen away, lest you perish with me! O what shall we do to save Faustus?
God will strengthen me. I will stay with Faustus. Tempt not God, sweet friend, but let us into the next room, and there pray for him. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. Pray thou, and we will pray, that God may have mercy upon thee.
If I live till morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. Ah Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually. Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day, or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul. O lente, lente currite noctis equi!