The stars move still—time runs—the clock will strike—
The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.—
Oh! I'll leap up to Heaven!—Who pulls me down?
(Distractly) See where Christ's blood streams in the firmament!
One drop of blood will save me.—Oh! my Christ—
Yet will I call on him—Oh! spare me, Lucifer!
Where is it now?—'tis gone! and see—
A threat'ning arm, an angry brow!—
Mountains and hills! come, come and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of Heaven!—No?—
Then will I headlong run into the earth:
Gape, earth!—O no, it will not harbour me.
You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist
Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud.
(The clock chimes the half hour.)
Oh! if my soul must suffer for my sin,
Impose some end to my incessant pain!
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years—
A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd!
No end is limited to damned souls.
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
