2 Scho. If it be so, we'll have physicians, nd Faustus shall be cured.

3 Scho. 'Tis but a surfeit, sir; fear nothing. Faust. A surfeit of a deadly sin, that hath mned both body and soul.

2 Scho. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven, ad remember mercy is infinite.

Faust. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be ardoned; the serpent that tempted Eve ay be saved, but not Faustus. Oh, gentleen! hear me with patience, and tremble ot at my speeches. Though my heart pant nd quiver to remember that I have been a udent here these thirty years; oh! would had never seen Wittenberg, never read ook! And what wonders I have done all ermany can witness, yea, all the world: r which, Faustus hath lost both Germany ad the world; yea, Heaven itself; Heaven, e seat of God, the throne of the blessed, e kingdom of joy, and must remain in ell for ever. Hell! O Hell, for ever! weet friends, what shall become of Faustus, ing in Hell for ever?

2 Scho. Yet, Faustus, call on God. Faust. On God, whom Faustus hath ojured? On God, whom Faustus hath asphemed? Oh, my God, I would weep, at the devil draws in my tears! Gush rth blood instead of tears! yea, life and ul.-Oh! he stays my tongue!-I would t up my hands; but see, they hold 'em! ey hold 'em!

All. Who, Faustus?

Faust. Why, Lucifer and Mephistophilis. h, gentlemen! I gave them my soul for y cunning.

All. Oh! God forbid !

Faust. God forbad it, indeed; but Faustus th done it; for the vain pleasure of fourd-twenty years hath Faustus lost eternal and felicity. I writ them a bill with ne own blood; the date is expired; this the time, and he will fetch me.

I Scho. Why did not Faustus tell us of s before, that divines might have prayed thee?

Faust. Oft have I thought to have done ; but the devil threatened to tear me in èces if I named God; to fetch me body d soul if I once gave ear to divinity; and w 'tis too late. Gentlemen, away, lest u perish with me.

2 Scho, Oh! what may we do to save ustus?

Faust. Talk not of me, but save yourves and depart.

3 Scho. God will strengthen me; I will y with Faustus.

I Scho. Tempt not God, sweet friend, but let us into the next room and pray for him.

Faust. Aye, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.

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

Faust. Gentlemen, farewell; if I live till morning, I'll visit you: if not, Faustus is gone to hell.

All. Faustus, farewell.

[Exeunt Scholars. Meph. Ah, Faustus, now thou hast no hope of heaven,

Therefore despair; think only upon hell; For that must be thy mansion there to dwell.

Faust. Oh, thou bewitching fiend! 'twas

In what resplendent glory thou hadst sat In yonder throne, like those bright shining saints,

And triumphed over hell; that hast thou lost:

And now, poor soul! must thy good angel leave thee;

The jaws of hell are open to receive thee. [Exit, throne ascends.

[Hell is discovered.]

Bad Ang. Now, Faustus, let thine eyes with horror stare

Into that vast perpetual torture-house: There are the furies tossing damned souls On burnings forks; their bodies boil in lead:

There are live quarters broiling on the coals,

That ne'er can die; this ever-burning chair Is for o'er-tortured souls to rest them in ; These that are fed with sops of flaming fire

Were gluttons, and loved only delicates, And laughed to see the poor starve at their gates;

But yet all these are nothing; thou shalt

Then will I headlong run into the earth:
Gape, earth!-O no, it will not harbour me
You 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 labouring cloud;
That, when ye vomit forth into the air,
My limbs may issue from your smoky
mouths;

But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. [The clock strikes the half hour Oh, half the hour is past, 'twill all be pas

anon.

Oh! if my soul must suffer for my sin,
Impose some end to my incessant pain.
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years-
A hundred thousand-and at last be saved
No end is limited to damned souls.
Why wert thou not a creature wanting so
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
Oh! Pythagoras' Metempsychosis !
Were that [but] true; this soul should f
from me,

And I be changed into some brutish beas
All beasts are happy, for when they die
Their souls are soon dissolved in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagued
hell.

Cursed be the parents that engendered me.
No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys
heaven. [The clock strikes twe
It strikes, it strikes! now, body, turn to a
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell.
[Thunder and ran
O soul! be changed into small water-drop
And fall into the ocean; ne'er be found.

Enter the Scholars.

I Scho. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus,

For 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.

a Scho. Oh, help us, heavens! see, here are Faustus' limbs,

All torn asunder by the hand of death.

3 Scho. The devils whom Faustus served have torn him thus;

For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, methought

I heard him shriek and cry aloud for help; At which selftime the house seemed all on fire,

With dreadful horror of these damned fiends.

a Scho. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such