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And all is dross that is not Helena. Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?-- And keep my oath [240] I made to Lucifer. Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow, To glut the longing of my heart's desire,-- I will be Paris, and for love of thee, And then return to Helen for a kiss. When he appear'd to hapless Semele; Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, [Kisses her.] Whose sweet embraces may extinguish clean [239] And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter O, thou art fairer than the evening [241] air That heavenly Helen which I saw of late, Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- FAUSTUS. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, Re-enter HELEN, passing over the stage between two CUPIDS. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And I will combat with weak Menelaus, Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye. MEPHIST. This, or what else my Faustus shall desire, That I may have unto my paramour