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Fearing the enemy of thy hapless soul. With greatest torments [237] that our hell affords. FAUSTUS. Accursed Faustus, wretch, what hast thou done? FAUSTUS. I do repent I e'er offended him. FAUSTUS. One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee, What shall I do to shun the snares of death? I do repent; and yet I do despair: And with my blood again I will confirm For disobedience to my sovereign lord: Leave me a while to ponder on my sins. The former vow I made to Lucifer. FAUSTUS. Torment, sweet friend, that base and aged man, MEPHIST. [236] Do it, then, Faustus, with unfeigned heart, MEPHIST. His faith is great; I cannot touch his soul; [Exit.] To pardon my unjust presumption, But what I may afflict [238] his body with Lest greater dangers do attend thy drift. Thy words to comfort my distressed soul! MEPHIST. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul Revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy flesh. OLD MAN. Faustus, I leave thee; but with grief of heart, I will attempt, which is but little worth. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast: FAUSTUS. O friend, I feel That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer,