07 Dec




















Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, O lente,[172] lente currite, noctis equi! ye hear,[171] come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. FAUSTUS. Ah, Faustus, Perpetual day; or let this hour be but FAUSTUS. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, next room, and there pray for him. SECOND SCHOLAR. Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have FIRST SCHOLAR. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the [Exeunt SCHOLARS.--The clock strikes eleven.] SECOND SCHOLAR. O, what shall we do to save[170] Faustus? late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me. mercy upon thee. FAUSTUS. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever ALL. Faustus, farewell. you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. A year, a month, a week, a natural day, O, I'll leap up to my God!--Who pulls me down?-- THIRD SCHOLAR. God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus. And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, I'll visit That time may cease, and midnight never come; That Faustus may repent and save his soul! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.

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