When there’s nothing left to learn, sell your soul to the devil. Spend a few decades playing pointless pranks on people and occasionally lamenting your idiotic decision to forego everlasting bliss in heaven in favor of worldly pleasures. Ignore angels when they remind you periodically that you can still repent and reverse said idiotic decision. Play some more pranks. Get dragged down to hell. Wrap it up in some relentlessly regular iambic pentameter and you’ve got Christopher Marlowe’s cautionary tale of “f&@! this, I’ma sell my soul to the devil, or Dr. Faustus.

Dr. Faustus

by Christopher Marlowe

Directed by: TBA

Assistant Directors: TBA
Production Intern: TBA

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