Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; It strikes, it strikes! now, body, turn to air, Thunder. Enter the DEVILS. Oh! mercy, heav'n, look not so fierce on me! 1 Scнo. 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 escap'd the danger. 2 Scuo. Oh, help us, heavens! see, here are Faustus' limbs, All torn asunder by the hand of death. 3 Schо. The devils whom Faustus serv'd have torn him thus; For twixt the hours of twelve and one, methought With dreadful horror of these damned fiends. As 2 Schо. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such every christian heart laments to think on; Yet, for he was a scholar once admir'd For wondrous knowledge in our German schools, And all the students, clothed in mourning black, Enter CHORUS. [Exeunt. Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, That sometime grew within this learned man : Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits, To practice more than heavenly power permits. Terminat hora diem, terminat author opus. |