07 Dec




















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

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