Enter, the Chorus (think of them as a group of dudes who will tell us what's up at various points in the play). They tell us audience-folk that the story of this play isn't going to be about war, valiant deeds, or love. Nope, nothing so exciting.
This one's all about the fortunes of some guy named Faustus, be they good or bad.
Faustus? Who? The chorus gives us the skinny: Faustus was born in a town called Roda in Germany, and he was raised by relatives in Wittenberg.
Faustus excels at his studies of theology, so much so that he's very quickly given the title of doctor of divinity, and can out-debate just about anyone.
But, says the Chorus (and it's a big but), Faustus's pride is a Serious Problem.
Because he's so proud, he's not happy being a mere theologian, so he opts instead to study magic.