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Enter the Scholars.
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Come ,gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus,
2095For such a dreadful night was never seen,
Since first the world's creation did begin.
Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard.
Pray heaven the Doctor have escaped the danger.
O help us heaven! See, here are Faustus' limbs,
2100All torn asunder by the hand of death.
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The devils whom Faustus served have torn him thus;
For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, me thought
I heard him shriek and call aloud for help,
At which self time the house seemed all on fire
2105With dreadful horror of these damned fiends.
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Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such
As every Christian heart laments to think on,
Yet for he was a scholar, once admired
For wondrous knowledge in our German schools,
2110We'll give his mangled limbs due burial.
And all the students clothed in mourning black
Shall wait upon his heavy funeral.
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