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  O halfe the houre is past: 'twill all be past anon: O, if my soule must suffer for my sinne, Impose some end to my incessant paine: Let Faustus live in hell a thousand yeares, A hundred thousand, and at the last be sav'd: No end is limited to damned soules. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soule? Or why is this immortall that thou hast? Oh Pythagoras Metemsycosis, were that true, This soule should flie from me, and I be chang'd Into some brutish beast. All beasts are happy, for when they die, Their soules are soone dissolv'd in Elements: But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. Curst be the parents that ingendred me: No Faustus, curse thy selfe, curse Lucifer, That hath depriv'd thee of the joyes of heaven. It strikes, it strikes, now body turne to ayre, Or Lucifer will beare thee quicke to hell. O soule be chang'd into small water drops, And fall into the Ocean nere be found. O mercy Heaven, looke not so fierce on me, Adders and Serpents let me breathe a while: Ugly Hell gape not; come not Lucifer, Ile burne my bookes: Oh Mephostophilis.  

1 Come Gentlemen, let us goe visit Faustus, For such a dreadfull night was never scene, Since first the worlds creation did begin. Such fearfull shriekes and cries were never heard: Pray heaven the Doctor have escapt the danger.

2 O helpe us Heavens, see here are Faustus limbs, All torne asunder by the hand of death.  Rh