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 I gave them my soule for my cunning.

All. O God forbid.

Faust. God forbade it indeed, but Faustus hath done it: for the vaine pleasure of foure and twenty yeares hath Faustus lost eternall joy and felicity. I writ them a Bill with mine own bloud, the date is expired: this is the time, and he will fetch me.

1 Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that Divines might have prai'd for thee?

Faust. Oft have I thought to have done so: but the Devill threatned to teare me in peecces if I nam'd God: to fetch me body and soule if I once gave eare to Divinity: and now it is too late. Gentlemen away, lest you perish with me.

2 O what may we doe to save Faustus?

Faust. Talke not of me, but save your selves and depart.

3. God will strengthen me, I will stay with Faustus.

1. Tempt not God sweet friend, but let us into the next roome and pray for him.

Faust. I, pray for me, pray for me, and what noise soever you heare, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.

2. Pray, thou and we will pray, that God may have mercy upon thee.

Faust. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, Ile visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell.

All. Faustus, farewell.

Meph. I Faustus, now thou hast no hope of heaven, Therefore despaire, thinke onely upon hell: For that must be thy mansion there to dwell.

Faust. O thou bewitching Fiend! twas thy temptation, Hath rob'd me of eternall happinesse.

Meph. I doe confesse it Faustus, and rejoyce 'Twas I, that when thou wert i'th way to heaven, Dam'd up thy passage, when thou tookst the booke, To view the Scriptures, then I turn'd the leaves, And led thine eie. What weep'st thou? 'tis too late: despaire. Farewell. Fools