FAUSTUS. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smile then had I lived still! but now I die eternally. Look, comes THIRD SCHOLAR. Belike he is grown into some sickness by being over-solitary. Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God. As in this furnace God shall try my faith, Enter DEVILS. Satan begins to sift me with his pride: SECOND SCHOLAR. Yet, Faustus, look up to heaven; remember God's FIRST SCHOLAR. If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him. mercies are infinite. FAUSTUS. But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent FIRST SCHOLAR. What ails Faustus? that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. Ah, gentlemen, At your repulse, and laugh your state to scorn! Enter FAUSTUS,[167] with SCHOLARS. FAUSTUS. Ah, gentlemen! My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee. FAUSTUS. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee, SECOND SCHOLAR. What means Faustus? and soul. [Exeunt,--on one side, DEVILS, on the other, OLD MAN.] hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! Though --'Tis but a surfeit; never fear, man. he not? comes he not? And fly'st the throne of his tribunal-seat!