Enter Faustus with the Scholars.

Ah, gentlemen!

1. Sch.
What ails Faustus?

Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow! Had I lived with
thee, then had I lived still, but now I die eternally. Look,
comes he not? Comes he not?

2. Sch.
What means Faustus?

3. Scholler
Belike he is grown into some sickness by
being over solitary.

1. Sch.
If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him;
'tis but a surfeit. Never fear man.

A surfeit of deadly sin that hath damned both body
and soul.

2. Sch.
Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's
mercies are infinite.

But Faustus' offense can never be pardoned:
the serpent that tempted Eve may be saved,
but not Faustus. Ah, gentlemen, hear me with patience,
and tremble not at my speeches, though my heart pants and
quivers to remember that I have been a student here these
thirty years. O, would I had never seen Wertenberg, ne-
ver read book. And what wonders I have done, all Germany
can witness, yea all the world, for which Faustus hath lost
both Germany, and the world, yea heaven itself, heaven the
seat of God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy,
and must remain in hell for ever, hell, ah, hell for ever! Sweet
friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever?

3. Sch.
Yet, Faustus, call on God.

On God, whom Faustus hath abjured, on God,
whom Faustus hath blasphemed. Ah, my God, I would
weep, but the devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood
instead of tears. Yea, life and soul. Oh, he stays my tongue.
I would lift up my hands, but, see, they hold them, they hold

Who Faustus?

Lucifer and Mephistophilis.
Ah Gentlemen! I gave them my soul for my cunning.

God forbid.

God forbade it indeed, but Faustus hath done it.
For vain pleasure of four and twenty years, hath Faustus lost eternal
joy and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine one blood;
the date is expired, the time will come, and he will fetch Mephistophilis.

1. Schol.
Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that
divines might have prayed for thee?

Oft have I thought to have done so, but the devil
threatened to tear me in pieces if I named God, to fetch
both body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity. And
now 'tis too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me.

2. Sch.
O, what shall we do to Faustus?

Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and de-

3. Sch.
God will strengthen me; I will stay with Fau-

1. Sch.
Tempt not God, sweet friend, but let us into the
next room, and there pray for him.

Ay, pray for me, pray for me, and what noise soever
ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.

2. Sch.
Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have
mercy upon thee.

Gentlemen, farewell. If I live 'til morning, I'll visit
you, if not, Faustus is gone to hell.

Faustus, farewell.Exeunt Scholars.
The clock strikes eleven.

Ah Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damned perpetually.
Stand still you ever moving spheres of heaven,
1455That time may cease, and midnight never come;
Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make
Perpetual day, or let this hour be but a year,
A month, a week, a natural day,
That Faustus may repent, and save his soul.
1460O lente, lente, currite noctis equi.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike.
The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
O, I'll leap up to my God who pulls me down?
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament;
1465One drop would save my soule, half a drop, ah, my Christ!
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ,
Yet will I call on him. Oh spare me, Lucifer!
Where is it now? 'Tis gone,
And see where God stretcheth out his arm,
1470And bends his ireful brows.
Mountains and hills, come, come and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of God.
No no, then will I headlong run into the earth;
Earth gape! O no, it will not harbour me.
1475You stars that reigned at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist,
Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud,
That when you vomit forth into the air,
1480My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
So that my soul may but ascend to heaven.
Ah, half the hour is past: The watch strikes the half hour

'Twill all be past anon.
Oh God, if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
1485Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransomed me,
Impose some end to my incessant pain;
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be saved.
O, no end is limited to damned souls.
1490Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
Ah, Pythagoras' μετεμπσψξηοσις, were that true,
This soul should fly from me, and I be changed
Unto some brutish beast. All beasts are happy, for when they die,
1495Their souls are soon dissolved in elements,
But mine must live still to be plagued in hell.
Curst be the parents that engendered me.
No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.
The clock striketh twelve.

O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell.
Thunder and lightning.

O soul, be changed into little water drops,
1505And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found.
My God, my God, look not so fierce on me; Enter Devils.

Adders, and serpents, let me breathe a while;
Ugly hell gape not, come not Lucifer;
I'll burn my books! Ah, Mephistophilis. Exeunt Devils with Faustus.

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