re: #287 whitebeach

I don’t think I ever really appreciated Marlowe’s “Doctor Faustus” until just recently:

Faustus: Where are you damned?

Mephistopheles: In hell.

Faustus: How comes it then that thou art out of hell?

Mephistopheles: Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.

Marlowe is the great unknown of English theater. It is unfortunate that he spent more time spying than scribing…

“Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be. ” or “While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.” or “O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.”