What might entice you to sell your soul to the devil? Fame? Riches? Immortality? World peace? A rent-free London flat? Four pints of Guinness? At my post-show Q&A for a production of Doctor Faustus, that was an irresistible question to pose to the company.
More than four centuries after William Shakespeare died in 1616, aged 52 on his own birthday (23 April), questions remain about the authorship of his prodigious output - including nearly forty plays and more than 150 sonnets.
The plays may have been written 420-odd years apart, but I was really struck by how many parallels there were between the discussion I hosted last week, to the European premiere of Jordan Tannahill's Late Company, and the one I hosted last night, to Christopher Marlowe's 16th-century classic Edward II.
Rose Leslie papped on the red carpet at Doctor Faustus' West End opening
Kit Harington, Jenna Russell and the cast of Doctor Faustus at the Duke of
A couple of weeks ago, as part of the ongoing Hamlet hysteria, I was amazed that such an apparent uproar was caused by director Lyndsey Turner's experimenting with the placement of the play's most famous soliloquy, "To be or not to be".