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FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, I'll visit too late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me. To view the Scriptures, then I turn'd the leaves, SECOND SCHOLAR. O, what may we do to save Faustus? MEPHIST. Ay, Faustus, now thou hast no hope of heaven; And led thine eye. [251] THIRD SCHOLAR. God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus. [Exeunt SCHOLARS.] [Exit.] [252] upon thee. FAUSTUS. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart. 'Twas I that, when thou wert i'the way to heaven, you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. For that must be thy mansion, there to dwell. Damm'd up thy passage; when thou took'st the book FAUSTUS. O thou bewitching fiend, 'twas thy temptation FIRST SCHOLAR. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the ALL. Faustus, farewell. What, weep'st thou? 'tis too late; despair! Farewell: next room, and pray for him. Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell. you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. MEPHIST. I do confess it, Faustus, and rejoice: SECOND SCHOLAR. Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have mercy Therefore despair; think only upon hell, FAUSTUS. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever Hath robb'd me of eternal happiness!