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O soul, be chang'd into small water-drops, Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while! That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven. But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. For, when they die, Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; For such a dreadful night was never seen; It strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, O, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! FIRST SCHOLAR. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus, Since first the world's creation did begin, I'll burn my books!--O Mephistophilis! Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell! Pray heaven the doctor have escap'd the danger. No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer [The clock strikes twelve.] O, mercy, heaven! look not so fierce on me! Into some brutish beast! all beasts are happy, Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! Thunder. Enter DEVILS. This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd SECOND SCHOLAR. Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! [Exeunt DEVILS with FAUSTUS.] Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard: Enter SCHOLARS. [264]

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