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In yonder throne, like those bright-shining saints, EVIL ANGEL. Now, Faustus, let thine eyes with horror stare Pleasures unspeakable, bliss without end The jaws of hell are open [255] to receive thee. In what resplendent glory thou hadst sit [254] [Hell is discovered.] But thou didst love the world. And now, poor soul, must thy good angel leave thee: Innumerable joys had follow'd thee! GOOD ANGEL. O, thou hast lost celestial happiness, Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL at several doors. Hell or the devil had had no power on thee: To want in hell, that had on earth such store. Hadst thou kept on that way, Faustus, behold, Into that vast perpetual torture-house: GOOD ANGEL. O Faustus, if thou hadst given ear to me, On burning forks; there bodies boil [256] in lead; And triumph'd over hell! That hast thou lost; [Exit. The throne ascends.] There are the Furies tossing damned souls GOOD ANGEL. O, what will all thy riches, pleasures, pomps, Hadst thou affected sweet divinity, EVIL ANGEL. Nothing, but vex thee more, Avail thee now? EVIL ANGEL. Gave ear to me, And now must taste hell-pains [253] perpetually. [Music, while a throne descends.]