![]() ![]() Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,Ī hundred thousand, and at last be sav’d! Yet for Christ’s sake, whose blood hath ransom’d me, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven!Īh, half the hour is past! ’twill all be past anon My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me,Įarth, gape! O, no, it will not harbour me! Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows! Where is it now? ’tis gone: and see, where God Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer! – One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ! –Īh, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ! ![]() See, see, where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament! O, I’ll leap up to my God! – Who pulls me down? – The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn’d. The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! That time may cease, and midnight never come įair Nature’s eye, rise, rise again, and make Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, And then thou must be damn’d perpetually! ![]()
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