07 Dec




















Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast: FAUSTUS. I do repent I e'er offended him. FAUSTUS. One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee, Lest greater dangers do attend thy drift. FAUSTUS. Accursed Faustus, wretch, what hast thou done? FAUSTUS. Torment, sweet friend, that base and aged man, But what I may afflict [238] his body with MEPHIST. His faith is great; I cannot touch his soul; MEPHIST. [236] Do it, then, Faustus, with unfeigned heart, For disobedience to my sovereign lord: OLD MAN. Faustus, I leave thee; but with grief of heart, What shall I do to shun the snares of death? Revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy flesh. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord And with my blood again I will confirm MEPHIST. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul [Exit.] FAUSTUS. O friend, I feel Leave me a while to ponder on my sins. To pardon my unjust presumption, Fearing the enemy of thy hapless soul. Thy words to comfort my distressed soul! I do repent; and yet I do despair: That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer, With greatest torments [237] that our hell affords. I will attempt, which is but little worth. The former vow I made to Lucifer.

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