Faustus
Chapter One
ACT ONE
At rise, we see the portico of FAUSTUS's home. Large double doors open onto a room hung with tinsel and streamers, a party scene gotten up as a fantasy.
FAUSTUS's wife is involved in decoration. FAUSTUS enters and looks around. Pause. He holds a sheet of paper in his hand.
FAUSTUS: It seems a very dream.
WIFE: It is a dream. Delightful, as it is temporary.
FAUSTUS: Temporary.
WIFE: How otherwise?
FAUSTUS: To what do you refer?
WIFE: Have I mistook you?
FAUSTUS: What is it you indict of transience?
WIFE: Of transience-the décor.
FAUSTUS: The décor, indeed.
WIFE: Which, you remark, will serve but the day's brief turn . . .
FAUSTUS: . . . of course . . .
WIFE: . . . divert the child, and then . . .
FAUSTUS: How is the boy?
WIFE: He would be thrilled to find you at this unaccustomed hour. What has released you . . . ?
FAUSTUS: . . . where is Fabian . . . ?
WIFE: I believe he marshals the festivities. I beg your pardon, are you anxious for his news?
FAUSTUS: What news?
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